But nothing could greater offend the good soul,
Than to Coventry sent from the chase and the bowl.
Chorus. With my, &c.
Then those two little fellows, as light as a feather,
Charles Parker and Clowes[224] come racing together,
And riding behind them, see Oliver Dick,[225]
With Slap-dash half blown, looking sharp for a nick.
Chorus. With my, &c.
On Ebony mounted, behold my Lord Barnard,[226]