For such fat Besom fitting[[25]]
As in the dance I whirled about,
They 'gan to stamp and rumble;
The Senius stretched his leg so out,[[26]]
That I must o'er it tumble.
I'll off by Zurich unto Berne,
And there I think to stay, so;
And if my sweetheart false should turn,
She may write to me, and say so.
I must be stupid as an ass,