Bright Lady, sweet Mistress by Henry Rowley Bishop — Lyrics

Bright Lady, sweet Mistress, your poor clients wait! Hence, hence, ragged Varlets, away from the gate! Alack, ’tis our hunger, not rudeness, that calls! And hunger, ’tis fabled, will break through stone walls! O Lady, with cries we beleaguer thy gates! Stand back, or I’ll quarter my staff on your pates! Hence, varlets, hence away! Hence, varlets, admit us, we pray!