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There bounded Jessy, blithe and fair,
Her favourite lover shuffled there;
And there thy virgin, Roddam! sprung,
Reeled round her partners, skipped, and flung,
While distant shout and laughter loud
Hailed her the nimblest of the crowd.
Old Nelson there, in figured dress
So antic you might almost guess
It flourished in the days of Bess,
With thumbs erect, or gown outspread,
The dance with equal pleasure led,
And called on Tray, his course who took
With frequent bark, and joyous look!
Her favourite lover shuffled there;
And there thy virgin, Roddam! sprung,
Reeled round her partners, skipped, and flung,
While distant shout and laughter loud
Hailed her the nimblest of the crowd.
Old Nelson there, in figured dress
So antic you might almost guess
It flourished in the days of Bess,
With thumbs erect, or gown outspread,
The dance with equal pleasure led,
And called on Tray, his course who took
With frequent bark, and joyous look!
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