"Oh, no! we never mention HER, HER name is never heard;"
And how the deuce to find it out, I knew not, on my word.
But tho' I could not tell HER name, HER face I'd often seen,
"She stood among the glitt'ring throng," with Jacky in the green.
A ladle in one hand she bore, a salt-box in the other;
And of the Sooty Cupids near, she seemed the teeming mother.
"I met HER at the Fancy Fair," with Fancy lads around her,
And with a blow she laid one low, as flat as any flounder.
"I saw HER at the Beulah Spa," along with Gipsey Joe,
A-riding on a donkey rough, vitch, somehow, vouldn't go.