That I can't promise you, sir, she said.
Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!
Nobody asked you, sir! she said.
CLXIX.
[Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now discontinued:]
Pancakes and fritters,
Say All Saints and St. Peters;
When will the ball come,
Say the bells of St. Alkmun;
At two they will throw,