And bundled us both to St. Martin's cell
Where we sung fal de ral tit, etc.


IV

We pass'd the night in love away,
And 'fore justice H-- we went next day,
And because we could not three hog pay, [10]
Why we were sent to quod! [11]
In quod we lay three dismal weeks,
Till Nell with crying swell'd her cheeks,
And I damn'd the quorum all for sneaks
And then sung fal de ral tit, etc.

V

From Bridewell bars we now are free,
And Nell and I so well agree,
That we live in perfect harmony,
And grub and bub our fill! [12]
For we have mill'd a precious go [13]
And queer'd the flats at thrums, E, O,
Every night in Titmouse Row,
Where we sing fal de ral tit, etc.

VI

All you who live at your wit's end,
Unto this maxim pray attend,