At horse shoes for a quart of beer.
Two asses on the ice were brought—
A smock displayed, for which a race
Upon the Tyne, who would have thought
To see such sport in such a place?
There’s “Bambro’ Jack,” and “Mutton Pies,”
With plump-fac’d Nell and hot black puddings,
“Come taste them, hinny,” oft she cries,
“Believe me, lad, they’re very goodens.”
There’s Jack the razor-grinder too,