When to my pretty Poll I went

When to my pretty Poll I went, And I to travel sought her, "Ah, stay at home, dear Jack," says she, "I cannot cross the water." What could I do? Away I flew, A curricle I bought her; Six smoaking bays, all Hyde Park's gaze, From Tatterfalls I brought her. "Dear Jack," says she, "how kind you be! (She'd coax'd like Eve's own daughter,) "With you will I both live and die, "Do all but cross the water." Then, splashing, dashing through the town, She drove the stare of all, The echo of her rattling wheels, Was, "There goes pretty Poll!" "Oh, pretty, pretty Poll!" From every tongue the echo rung "See, there goes pretty Poll!"

What a lad then was I! All to dress at me try, And my praise to withhold none so currish. With a girl so divine, Such dinners! such wine! What a damn'd clever dog was Jack Flourish! But an end to my cash, My fame goes to smash, No friends my good qualities nourish; For they, once so kind, Now agree in one mind. What a damn'd stupid flat is Jack Flourish! Thus, cut by my friends, by bailiffs seiz'd, And this vile limbo near, Yet with one hope I still was pleas'd, That Poll my cage would cheer, To Poll I told where I must go, And not to leave me sought her; She laughing, cried, "Dear Jack you know— "I cannot cross the water."