14 Passion o'me! how I run on! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow, beside the bride: The business of the kitchen's great, For it is fit that men should eat; Nor was it there denied.
15 Just in the nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving-man with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our train'd band, Presented and away.
16 When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated? And this the very reason was, Before the parson could say grace, The company were seated.
17 Now hats fly off, and youths carouse; Healths first go round, and then the house, The bride's came thick and thick; And when 'twas named another's health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth, And who could help it, Dick?
18 O' the sudden up they rise and dance; Then sit again, and sigh and glance: Then dance again and kiss. Thus sev'ral ways the time did pass, Whil'st every woman wish'd her place, And every man wish'd his.
19 By this time all were stol'n aside To counsel and undress the bride; But that he must not know; But yet 'twas thought he guess'd her mind, And did not mean to stay behind Above an hour or so.
20 When in he came (Dick), there she lay, Like new-fall'n snow melting away, 'Twas time, I trow, to part. Kisses were now the only stay, Which soon she gave, as who would say, Good-bye, with all my heart.
21 But just as heavens would have to cross it, In came the bridemaids with the posset; The bridegroom eat in spite; For had he left the women to 't It would have cost two hours to do 't, Which were too much that night.
22 At length the candle's out, and now All that they had not done, they do! What that is, who can tell? But I believe it was no more Than thou and I have done before With Bridget and with Nell!
I pray thee send me back my heart, Since I can not have thine, For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine?
Yet now I think on 't, let it lie, To find it were in vain; For thou'st a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.
Why should two hearts in one breast lie, And yet not lodge together? O love! where is thy sympathy, If thus our breasts thou sever?