And drown their cares in rosy wine.
Now turn your eyes west of the bridge,
And you will view a sight that’s rare,
A horse there draws a Northern sledge,
Like unto Neptune’s stately car.
Peg Swinney, she to seek her mate,
Made her first passage o’er a ship,
But on the plank she slipp’d her feet,
Fell on the ice and lamed her hip.
A barber, bred in Thespis’ school,