What they were, being stranger folk.
Then Kingsborough’s wife did them desire,
To ask a pickle of his hair.
And they in Galick did debate,
Who should it ask, they were so blate:
He understood, the reason speir’d
Of their debate, desir’d to hear’t,
This freely granted as soon as told,
And to their sheers his head did hold,
The lock was parted ’mongst the three,