Chorus. With my, &c.
A large posse see in the valley below,
Who serve very well for to make up a show;
But broad as the brook is, it made many stop,
It's not ev'ry man's luck for to get to the top.
Chorus. With my, &c.
Johnny Dalton[243] so sure at Went made a slip,
His nag tumbl'd in and he cry'd for his whip;
His groom coming up found his master so cross,