“ Not asham’d of my craft tho’ a dealer in lead,
And men of my calling, tho’ that they’ll not own,
May always be found from the cot to the throne.
⁠The lawyer so grave, with a twang in his nose,
With his hums and his ha’s, and his ekes and also’s;
With each knotty point he is scratching his head,
He’ll find that like me he’s a dealer in lead. ”

“ She saw Betty in bed in the arms of her dear,
What now have I caught you! you strumpet! she cry’d,
Hold there, said the ’squire, for she is my bride.
⁠Had you kept your counsel you’d been in her place,
And I thus betray’d 'tis a sorrowful case,
I’ll ne’er trust a servant no more I declare,
So be gone from my presence and come no more here.
⁠The ’squire arose and took home his sweet bride,
And now she has servants to run by her side,
The ’squire adores her and calls her his dear,
And is willing to father the child as we hear. ”

“ And wish’d that our fleets might our enemies flog.
⁠The influence of liquor got into his crown,
And being too heavy, he fell to the ground,
They strait took his purse which contained his store,
And put him to bed with a dead black-a-more. ”