(Plain chant.)
"Over thy head I ring this bell,
[Rings the bell,
Because thou art an infidel,
And such I know thee by thy smell.
CHORUS.
With a hoccius proxius mandamus,
Let no vengeance light on him,
And so call upon him."
Supper was then served up, at the moderate charge of one shilling a head, exclusive of beer and liquors. The cloth being cleared, the smokers ranged themselves round the fire, and kept up the meeting with mirth and harmony, till all retired and were lulled to anticipating dreams of the profits of the coming day, to which they woke with the sun, cheerful and unenvious of each other's success. Such was Stirbitch fair some sixty years ago, as witnessed by