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 In scorching noon-day, whil'st the traveller stayes, Busie, busie, busie, busie, we bustle along. Mounted upon warm Phœbus his Rayes, Through the Heavenly throng, Haste to those Who will feast us, at night, with a Pigs Petty-toes.

1 King.And we'l fall with our pate In an Ollio of hate.

2 King. But now supper's done, the Servitors try, Like Souldiers, to storm a whole half-moon-pye.

1 King. They gather, they gather hot Custard in spoons, Alas, I must leave these half-moons, And repair to my trusty Dragoons.

2 King. O stay, for you need not as yet go astray; The Tyde, like a friend, has brought ships in our way, And on their high-ropes we will play. Like Maggots in Filberds, we'l snug in our shell, We'l frisk in our shell, We'l firk in our shell, And farewel.

1 King. But the Ladies have all inclination to dance, And the green Frogs croak out a Coranto of France.

Bayes. Is not that pretty, now? The Fidlers are all in green.

Smi. I, but they play no Coranto.

Johns. No, but they play a Tune, that's a great deal better.

Bayes. No Coranto quoth a! that's a good one, with all my heart. Come, sing on.

2 King.Now Mortals that hear How we Tilt and Carrier, With wonder will fear The event of such things as shall never appear.

1 King. Stay you to fulfill what the Gods have decreed.

2 King. Then call me to help you, if there shall be need.

1 King. So firmly resolv'd is a true Brentford King To save the distressed, and help to 'em bring,