Nor scramble out until you give the cry of approbation.
Oh! pleasant is the riding, highly-seated on the rail,
And worthy of the wooden horse, the rascal that we ride;
Let us see the mighty shoulders that will never, never fail.
To lift him high, and plant him, on the crooked rail astride.
The seven-sided pine rail, the pleasant bed of briar,
The little touch of hickory law, with a dipping in the mire.
"Did you ever, ever, ever," &c.,
from the troupe in full blast!
The lawyer Pippin suddenly stood beside the despairing pedler, as this ominous ditty was poured upon the night-winds.