In Callowdown the country fair,
A gallimaufrey gathered there
With potty noses red or blue,
Fright wigs and rags of sundry hue,
A flapping, cheering, clam'rous throng
They prod their sotted 'king' along,
That worthy lifted stunned and pale
From durance in the city jail,
And plied with scepter, crown, and wine,
With leave to choose his Columbine
Who stumps beside him; trait'rous bitch
To lead her lord 'cross stone and ditch
With lying cant of "Free! You're free!"
So fetch him to the gallows tree.
Cruel hemp instructs
An evil waltz;
A mad mazurka
Tripped to music
By the drum
And bugle corps.
Give us a taradiddle there
We'll watch the dead man dance on air.
Such simple joys abound