Ebbero canti e allegri racconti
Laughing they drove away, in Rushey never halting,
though the inn open stood and they could smell the mailing.
They turned down Maggot’s Lane, rattling and bumping,
Tom in the farmer’s cart dancing round and jumping.
Stars shone on Bamfurlong, and Maggot’s house was lighted;
fire in the kitchen burned to welcome the benighted.