And Flukes that were tane alive,
Come aw let's, &c.
Cropt head Wilks and Pangles,
And a Meal of good sweting to ney;
And when you're all burst with eating,
We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey:
Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding,
For there will be Lilting there;
Jockey'll be marry'd to Moggy,
The Lass with the Golden Hair.