I seed that cruel chap, Bill Burn,
Whilst he was out a crying his greens,
His donkey wollop with all his means,
He hit him o'er his head and thighs,
He brought the tears up in his eyes,
At last my blood began to rise—
And I said—If I had a donkey, &c.
Bill turn'd and said to me—"Then, perhaps,
You're one of these Mr. Martin's chaps
Wot now is seeking for occasion—