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CANTO II.] Being mounted in their best array, Upon a car, and who but they? And follow'd with a world of tall lads, That merry ditties troll'd, and ballads, Did ride with many a good-morrow, Crying, Hey for our town, thro' the borough; So when this triumph drew so nigh, They might particulars descry, They never saw two things so pat, To all respects, as this and that. First he that led the cavalcate, Wore a sow-gelder's flagellate, On which he blew as strong a levet, As well-feed lawyer on his brev'ate, When over one another's heads They charge, three ranks at once, like Sweads: Next pans and kettles of all keys, From trebles down to double base; And after them upon a nag, That might pass for a fore-hand stag, A cornet rode, and on his staff, A smock display'd did proudly wave. Then bagpipes of the loudest drones, With snuffling broken-winded tones; Whose blasts of air in pockets shut, Sound filthier than from the gut, And make a viler noise than swine In windy weather, when they whine.