THE WILLEY WHIPPER-IN. 133 



" Hurrah, for the snug little inn, 

 At the sign of the Plough and Harrow, 

 And the frothy juice of the dangling hop, 

 That tickles your spinal marrow." 



It was a great treat to travellers, who would 

 sometimes get off tlie coach, and order a chaise to be 

 sent for them from Bridgnorth or Wenlock, to stop 

 and listen to Tom relating the incidents of a day's 

 sport, and a still greater treat to witness his acting, 

 to hear his tally-ho, his who-who-hoop, or to hear 

 him strike up — 



*' A southerly wind and a cloudy sky 

 Proclaim a hunting morning." 



Another favourite country song just then was the 

 following, which has been attributed to Bishop Still, 

 called — 



THE JUG OF ALE. 



" As I was sitting one afternoon 

 Of a pleasant day in the month of June, 

 I heard a thrush sing down the vale, 

 And the tune he sang was ' the jug of ale,' 

 And the tune he sang was the jug of ale. 



" The white sheet bleaches on the hedge, 

 And it sets my wisdom teeth on edge, 

 When dry with telling your pedlar's tale, 

 Your only comfort 's a jug of ale, 

 Your only comfort 's a jug of ale. 



