O my Gammer Hocus, the bald Mare has canted me one Toss;
Fill a Dram, sick am I, some Spirit offer me to suck on.
Dear Hokey be hasty, for Bum suffers sore by a Thump on’t.
No bald Mare my Gammon shall contuse again by one more Toss.
Then out comes Gammer Hocus, when the Goddess had called for a Dram in the second Line, and sings with an Air, seeing her Goddessship as dirty as the Devil.
Cinderaxan’s sablehew’d Aspect,——
Fulloffun, though the Doxey can seemcoy.
And here we leave off. Is not the Devil in the People, that they will not encourage a good Thing, when they have it before them.