"’Say, do you go to London Town,
You with the golden feather?'—
’And if I go to London Town
With my golden feather?’—
'These autumn roads are bright and brown,
The season wears a russet crown;
And if you go to London Town,
We'll go down together.'
"I cannot say for certain, but I think
The brown bright nightingale was half assuaged
Before your Mr. Killigrew was born.
If I have erred in my chronology,
No matter,—for the feathered man sings now:
"'Yes, I go to London Town’
(Merrily waved the feather),
’And if you go to London Town,
Yes, we’ll go together.'
So in the autumn bright and brown,
Just as the year began to frown,
All the way to London Town
Rode the two together.
"’I go to marry a fair maid'
(Lightly swung the feather)—
’Pardie, a true and loyal maid'
(Oh, the swinging feather!)—
