The Rush Light

Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed Blush'd black as a crow, his fair lady did blush light, The clock struck twelve, they were both tuck'd in bed, In the chimney a rush light.

A little farthing rush light, Fal lal lal lal la, A little farthing rush light.

Sir Solomon gave his lady a nudge, Cries he, lady Simons there's vastly too much light, Then Sir Solomon, says she, to get up you cant grudge, And blow out the rush light. A little farthing, &c.

Sir Solomon then out of bed he pops his toes, And vastly he swore, and very much did curse light, And then to the chimney Sir Solomon he goes, And he puff'd at the rush light. The little farthing, &c.

Lady Simons got up in her night cap so neat, And over the carpet my lady did brush light, And there Sir Solomon she found in a heat, Puff'd at the rush light. Then she puff'd at the rush light, But neither of them both Could blow out the rush light.

Sir Solomon and lady their breath quite gone, Rang the bell in a rage, determin'd to crush light; Half asleep in his shirt then up came John, And he puff'd at the rush light. The little farthing rush light, But neither of the three Could blow out the rush light,

Cook, coachman, and maid, very near all in baff, Came and swore in their lives they never met with such light, And each of the family by turns had a puff At the little farthing rush light, The curst farthing rush light, But none of the family Could blow out the rush light,

The watchman at last went by, crying one, Here watchman, come up, then you we might on worse light; Then up came the watchman, the business was done, For he turn'd down the rush light, The dam'd farthing rush light, Past one o'clock! So he put out the rush light.