One Night in my Ramble I chane'd to see,
A thing like a Spirit, it frightened me;
I cock'd up my hat and resoly'd to look big,
and streight fell a Tuning the Irish Jigg.

The Devil drew nearer and nearer in short,
I found it was one of the Petticoat sort;
My fears being over, I car'd not Fig,
But still I kept tuning the Irish Jigg.

And then I went to her, resolving to try her;
I put her agog of a longing desire;
I told her I'd give her a Whip for her Gig,
And a Scourge to the Tune of the Irish Jigg.

Then nothing but Dancing our Fancy could please,
We lay on the grass and Dane'd at our ease;
I down'd with my Breeches and off with my Whigg,
And we fell a Dancing the Irish Jigg.

"I thank you kind Sir, for your kindness," said she,
"The Scholar's as Wise as the master can be;
For if you should chance to get me with Kid,
I'll lay the poor Brat to the Irish Jigg. "

The Dance being ended as you may see,
We rose by Consent and we both went away;
I put on my Cloaths and left her to grow big,
And so I went Roaring the Irish Jigg.