Ods Bobs! how delighted I was unawares
With the Fiddles I heard in the Room above Stairs,
For Music is wholesome the Doctors all think
For Ladies that bathe, and for Ladies that drink;
And that's the Opinion of ROBIN our Driver,
Who whistles his Nags while they stand at the River:
They say it is right that for every Glass
A Tune you should take, that the Water may pass;
So while little TABBY was washing her Rump,
The Ladies kept drinking it out of a Pump.