Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley,
I'll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I'll have none of your barley;
But I'll have some of your very best flour;
To make a white cake for my Charley.
XVIII.
[The following is partly quoted in an old song in a MS. at Oxford, Ashmole, No. 36, fol. 113.]
As I was going by Charing Cross,