Then down came Jacob throu’ the close,
And said, go backward down to hell:
Jacob, quoth she, I know thy voice,
That gate pertaineth to thy sell
Of thy old trumperies I can tell,
With two sisters thou led’st thy life
And the third part of these tribes twelve,
Thou got with maid’s besides thy wife:
And stole thy father’s bennison,
Only by fraud thy father frae;