“And when I raised my eyes at that,
He swore again at them,
I said he was a wicked man,
And he said D—A—M.”
Now Jarvy’s turn was come to speak,
So he stroked down his hair,
“All what she says is false—cause why?
I’ll swear I never swear!
“There’s old Joe Hatch, the waterman,
Can tell you what I am;
I’m one of seven children, all
Brought up without a Dam!
“He’ll say from two year old and less
Since ever I were nust,
If ever I said C—U—S,
I wish I may be cust!
“At Sion Cottage I takes up,
And raining all the while,
To go to New Jerusalem,
A wery long two mile.
“Well, when I axes for my fare,
She rows me in the street,
And uses words as is not fit
For coachmen to repeat!
“Says she,—I know where you will go,
You sinner! I know well,—
Your worship, it’s the P—I—T
Of E and double L;”
Now here his worship stopp’d the case—
Said he—I’ll fine you both!
And of the two—why Mrs. Cope’s
I think the biggest oath?”