I love dirt and dust, and 'tis always my pleasure To take with me much of the soil that I measure, Derry down, &c.

XIII.

But Matthew thought better, for Matthew thought right,

And hired a chariot so trim and so tight,

That extremes both of winter and summer might

pass,

For one window was canvas, the other was glass, Derry down, &c.

XIV.

Draw up, quoth friend Matthew; pull down, quoth friend John;

We shall be both hotter and colder anon.

Thus talking and scolding, they forward did speed, And Ralpho pac'd by, under Newman the Swede, Derry down, &c.

XV.

Into an old inn did this equipage roll,

At a town they call Hodsdon, the sign of the Bull, Near a nymph with an urn, that divides the highway, And into a puddle throws mother of tea,

Derry down, &c.

XVI.

Come here, my sweet landlady, pray, how d'ye do? Where is Cicily so cleanly, and Prudence, and Sue? And where is the widow that dwelt here below? And the hostler that sung about eight years ago? Derry down, &c.

PRIOR. VOL. I.

XVII.

And where is your sister, so mild and so dear? Whose voice to her maids like a trumpet was clear. By my troth, she replies, you grow younger, I think;

And pray, fir, what wine does the gentleman drink?

Derry down, &c.

XVIII.

Why now let me die, Sir, or live upon trust,
If I know to which question to answer you first:
Why things since I saw you most strangely have

vary'd;

The hostler is hang'd and the widow is marry'd, Derry down, &c.

XIX..

And Prue left a child for the parish to nurse,
And Cicily went off with a gentleman's purse;
And as to my sister, so mild and so dear,
She has lain in the church-yard full many a year,
Lerry down, &c.

XX.

Well, peace to her ashes; what signifies grief?.
She roasted red veal, and she powder'd lean beef;
Full nicely she knew to cook up a fine dish,
For tough was her pullets, and tender her fish,
Derry down, &c.

XXI.

For that matter, Sir, be ye 'squire, knight, or lord, I'll give you whate'er a good inn can afford:

I should look on myself as unhappily sped,
Did I yield to a sister, or living, or dead,
Lerry down, &c.

XXII.

Of mutton a delicate neck and a breast,
Shall swim in the water in which they were drest;
And because you great folks are with rarities taken,
Addle-eggs shall be next course, to stup with

Tank bacon.

Derry down, &c.

XXIII.

Then supper was serv'd, and the sheets they were laid,

And Morley most lovingly whisper'd the maid. The maid! was she handsome? why truly so so: But what Morley whisper'd we never shall know, Derry down, &c.

XXIV.

Then up rose these heroes as brisk as the sun, And their horses, like his, were prepared to run: Now when in the morning Matt ask'd for the score, John kindly had paid it the ev'ning before, Derry down, &c.

XXV.

Their breakfast so warm, to be sure they did eat, A custom in travellers mighty discreet :

And thus with great friendship and glee they went

on,

To find out the place you shall hear off anon, Called Down, Down, hey derry down.

XXVI.

But what did they talk of from morning till noon? Why, of spots in the sun, and the man in the moon; Of the Czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the City, The wise men of Greece, and the Secret Committee, Derry down, &c.

XXVII.

So to Harlow they came; and hey, where are you all ? Show us into the parlour, and mind when I call: Why, your maids have no motion, your men have no life;

Well, master, I hear you have bury'd your wife, Derry down, &c.

XXVIII.

Come this very instant, take care to provide Tea, sugar, and toast, and a horse and a guide. Are the Harrisons here, both the old and the young? And where stands fair Down, the delight of my song, Derry down, &c.

XXIX.

O 'Squire, to the grief of my heart I may say,
I have bury'd two wives since you travell'd this way;
And the Harrisons both may be presently here;
And Down stands, I think, where it stood the last
year,

Derry down, &c.

XXX.

Then Joan brought the teapot, and Caleb the toast, And the wine was froth'd out by the hand of mine

host;

But we clear'd our extempore banquet so fast, That the Harrisons both were forgot in the haste, Derry down, &c.

XXXI.

Now hey for Down-Hall; for the guide he was

got;

The chariot was mounted, the horses did trot; The guide he did bring us a dozen miles round; But, oh! all in vain, for no Down could be found, Derry down, &c.

XXXII.

O thou Popish guide, thou hast led us astray.
Says he, How the devil should I know the way?
I never yet travell'd this road in my life;
But Down lies on the left, I was told by my wife,
Derry down, &c.

XXXIII.

Thy wife, answer'd Matthew, when she went abroad,
Ne'er told thee of half the by-ways she had trod;
Perhaps, she met friends, and brought pence to
thy house,

But thou shalt go home without ever a sous,
Derry down, &c.

XXXIV.

What is this thing, Morley, and how can you mean

it?

We have lost our estate here before we have seen it:
Have patience, soft Morley, in anger, reply'd;
To find out our way, let us send off our guide,
Derry down, &c.