I went to t’ chap wi’ upcock’d hat,
“No odds where you may be,
But if thou thinks thyself a man
Come wi’out the ring wi’ me.”
So he did stand, his sword in hand,
I knocked it from his hand,
Then three or vour gurt toads came up
And knocked me down on t’ land.
Along came one of Plymouth town,
Prentice to Uncle Cross,