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WILL’S at the dance in the Club-room below, Where the tall liquor-cups foam; I on the pavement up here by the Bow, Wait, wait, to steady him home.

Will and his partner are treading a tune, Loving companions they be; Willy, before we were married in June, Said he loved no one but me;

Said he would let his old pleasures all go Ever to live with his Dear. Will’s at the dance in the Club-room below, Shivering I wait for him here.

NOTE.—“The Bow” (line 3). The old name for the curved corner by the cross-streets in the middle of Casterbridge.