ere'll be long Keel and Pottage,
And bannarks of Barly Meal;
And ther'll be good Sawt Herring,
To relish a Cogue of good Ale,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be _Sawney_ the Soater,
And _Will_ with muckle mow;
And there'll be _Tommy_ the Blutter,
And _Andrew_ the Tinker I trow,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be Bow-legg'd _Bobby_,
And thumbless _Kate's_ geud Man;
And there'll be blue cheek'd _Dolly_,
And _Luwry_ the Laird of the Land,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be low lipper _Betty_,
And pluggy fac'd _Wat_ of the Mill;
And there'll be farnicled _Huggy_,
That wins at the Ho of the Hill,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be _Annester Dowgale_,
That splay footed _Betty_ did wooe;
And mincing _Bessey_ and _Tibely_,
And _Chrisly_, the Belly gut Sow,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And _Craney_ that marry'd _Steney_,
That lost him his Brick till his Arse;
And after was hang'd for stealing,
It's well that it happen'd no worse,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be hopper-ars'd _Nancy_,
And _Sarey_ fac'd _Jenny_ by Name;
Glud _Kate_ and fat legg'd _Lissey_,
The Lass with the codling Wem.
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be _Jenny_ go Gibby,
And his glack'd Wife _Jenny Bell_;
And messed skin blosen _Jordy_,
The Lad that went Scipper himsel.
_Come aw let's_, &c.

There'll be all the Lads and Lasses,
Set down in the middle of the Hall;
To Sybouse, and Rastack, and Carlings,
They are both sodden and raw.
_Come aw let's_, &c.

There'll be Tart Perry and Catham,
And Fish of geud Gabback and Skate;
Prosody, and Dramuck and Brandy,
And Collard, Neats-feet in a Plate.
_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be Meal, Kell and Castocks,
And skink to sup 'till you rive;
And Roaches to roast on the Gridiron,
And Flukes that were tane alive,
_Come aw let's_, &c.

Cropt head Wilks and Pangles,
And a Meal of good sweting to ney;
And when you're all burst with eating,
We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey:
_Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding,
For there will be Lilting there;_
Jockey'll _be marry'd to_ Moggy,
_The Lass with the Golden Hair._

_The Mistresses: A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ JAMES TOWNSEND, _the Words by
Mr._ ROLFE.

[Music]

_Lavia_ would, but dare not venture,
Fear