This is the way the ladies go—
Nim, nim, nim.
This is the way the gentlemen go—
Trot, trot, trot.
This is the way the hunters go—
Gallop, gallop, gallop.
THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.
It was on a merry time, when Jenny Wren was young,
So neatly as she danced, and so sweetly as she sung,—
Robin Redbreast lost his heart—he was a gallant bird;
He doff’d his hat to Jenny, and thus to her he said:—
“My dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
You shall dine on cherry-pie, and drink nice currant-wine.