“ To you my dear Will! What makes you so severe,
To murder your true love, that you lov'd so dear?
He said, There's no time disputing to stand,
And instantly taking his knife in his hand,
He pierced her heart, while the bleed it did flow,
And into the grave her fair body did throw
He cover'd her body, and home he did come,
Leaving none but the birds her death to bemoan ”

“ At length with his curning her heart he betray'd,
Unto lewd desires he led her astray.
But when with child this young damsel did prove,
The tidings immediately she sent to her love,
And by the good Heavens he swore to be true,
Saying, I will marry none other but you.
This past on a while, at length we do hear;
The King wanted sailors, to sea he must steer,
Which griev'd the young damsel indeed to the heart,
To think with sweet Will so soon for to part. ”

“ And to be in the praise of a bonnet, brave boys,
And not in disprute of a bonnet
The Spaniard in pride, with sword by his side,
Like Quixote may swager and Don it;
The helmet and crown, tho' names of renown,
May rank with their equals a bonnet, brave boys,
May not blush to rank with a bonnet. ”