With a new pair of skates well shod,
Display’d his anticks like a fool,
And through the arch he took his road.
But here the faithless ice soon broke,
Up to the shoulders sous’d was he,
Where he remain’d till with a rope,
Some sailors dragg’d him to the quay.
A gentle thaw took place at last,
The keels are all afloat we see;
And dingy Tyne, late bound so fast,