The Black Man: V. Jog On

Tune: Jog On

Thumpkin and Susan running

Thumpkin: Jog on, jog on, my pretty Susan,

How lik’st thou my device?

I think I over-reach’d the rogues,

And gull’d them in a trice!

Susan: Thy wit has got my liberty,

And freed me from all woe.

Thumpkin: Jog on, jog on, my pretty Sue,

Come Susan, let us go!

The Gents catch up with them and grab Thumpkin

Gentleman 1: You are well overtaken, sir,

I’m glad I’ve found you out!

Thumpkin: O woe is me, O woe is me,

They’l hang me out of doubt.

Thumpkin: Look how my backside trembles

See how my buttocks quake!

O woe is me, o woe is me—

What excuse can I make?

Gentleman 2: None at all, sir. Here’s part of a morning’s purchase for you!