When Silver Snow Decks Susan'S Clothes, And Jewel Hangs At Th' Shepherd'S Nose, The Blushing Bank Is All My Care, With Hearth So Red, And Walls So Fair; `Heap The Sea-Coal, Come, Heap It Higher, The Oaken Log Lay On The Fire.' The Well-Wash'D Stools, A Circling Row, With Lad And Lass, How Fair The Show! The Merry Can Of Nut-Brown Ale, The Laughing Jest, The Love-Sick Tale, Till, Tir'D Of Chat, The Game Begins. The Lasses Prick The Lads With Pins; Roger From Dolly Twitch'D The Stool, She, Falling, Kiss'D The Ground, Poor Fool! She Blush'D So Red, With Sidelong Glance At Hob-Nail Dick, Who Griev'D The Chance. But Now For Blind Man'S Buff They Call; Of Each Encumbrance Clear The Hall-- Jenny Her Silken 'Kerchief Folds, And Blear-Eyed Will The Black Lot Holds. Now Laughing Stops, With `Silence! Hush!' And Peggy Pout Gives Sam A Push. The Blind Man'S Arms, Extended Wide, Sam Slips Between:--`O Woe Betide Thee, Clumsy Will!'--But Titt'Ring Kate Is Penn'D Up In The Corner Straight! And Now Will'S Eyes Beheld The Play; He Thought His Face Was T'Other Way. `Now, Kitty, Now! What Chance Hast Thou, Roger So Near Thee!--Trips, I Vow!' She Catches Him--Then Roger Ties His Own Head Up--But Not His Eyes; For Thro' The Slender Cloth He Sees, And Runs At Sam, Who Slips With Ease His Clumsy Hold; And, Dodging Round, Sukey Is Tumbled On The Ground!-- `See What It Is To Play Unfair! Where Cheating Is, There'S Mischief There.' But Roger Still Pursues The Chase,-- `He Sees! He Sees!' Cries, Softly, Grace; `O Roger, Thou, Unskill'D In Art, Must, Surer Bound, Go Thro' Thy Part!' Now Kitty, Pert, Repeats The Rimes, And Roger Turns Him Round Three Times, Then Pauses Ere He Starts--But Dick Was Mischief Bent Upon A Trick; Down On His Hands And Knees He Lay Directly In The Blind Man'S Way, Then Cries Out `Hem!' Hodge Heard, And Ran With Hood-Wink'D Chance--Sure Of His Man; But Down He Came. -- Alas, How Frail Our Best Of Hopes, How Soon They Fail! With Crimson Drops He Stains The Ground; Confusion Startles All Around. Poor Piteous Dick Supports His Head, And Fain Would Cure The Hurt He Made. But Kitty Hasted With A Key, And Down His Back They Straight Convey The Cold Relief; The Blood Is Stay'D, And Hodge Again Holds Up His Head. Such Are The Fortunes Of The Game, And Those Who Play Should Stop The Same By Wholesome Laws; Such As All Those Who On The Blinded Man Impose Stand In His Stead; As, Long A-Gone, When Men Were First A Nation Grown, Lawless They Liv'D, Till Wantonness A 1000 Nd Liberty Began T' Increase, And One Man Lay In Another'S Way; Then Laws Were Made To Keep Fair Play.