“ No man alive shall my ruin prove.
Although that I am but a weaver's daughter,
I think as much of myself, she cried,
As those who make it their whole endeavour
To kiss for gold, and in coaches ride;
Their cheeks are painted, their bodies tainted,
Prove the bad effects of their wanton love ”

“ I mean to live in an honest station,
⁠No man alive shall serve me so.
Keep your laces—your kind embraces,
⁠Such silly trifles won't my fancy move;
Till death I'll tarry—unless I marry,
⁠No man alive shall my ruin prove. ”

“ And beyond the kitchen fire
There the jolly beggar lay,
With his, &c.
The lassie then she did get up
To bar the kitchen door,
With her, &c.
And there she met the jolly beggar
Standing naked on the floor,
With his, &c. ”