“ O fairest of creatures that ever was seen,
You're the pride of my heart, the flow'r of the green,
⁠With garlands of roses,
⁠And sweet pretty posies,
What nature composes I'll crown you my queen
To these words I spoke she answered and said,
O how can you flatter a poor harmless maid,
⁠For your tongue it runs so nimble,
⁠It makes my heart to tremble,
And I fear disemble my poor heart to break
Of all my sweethearts I have nine or ten,
Yet never a one I can fancy of them,
⁠But if I should believe you,
⁠And you should deceive me,
And scornfully leave me, oh! ”

“ It's now heaven bless you for your charity,
And then push the can about, fol de roldere.
SPEAKING
Bless your noble honor, and your good lady,
hope you will never know the loss of a leg or an eye. ”

“ Jack's disaster.
Come all you roaring boys, that delight in roaring noise.
⁠I compare it to nothing but laughter,
When a sailor comes on shore, with his go silver store,
⁠there's no one can get rid of it faster.
The first thing Jack craves, is a chamber fine and clean,
⁠with good liquor of every sort,
With a pretty girl likewise, with her black and rolling eyes
⁠then Jack sar he is pleas'd to the heart:
And so the game goes on ”