Last May-day as I skipp’d the garland
Cheer’d by the merry hurdy-gurdy’s
I look’d, methought, with an unusual Grace
For moll herself had washed and
Chalk’d my face.
That happy day I never shall forget
The jack-ass that I rode did so curvet,
He brayed for joy – say could the beast
The knots on his rump were tied by Bess.