'Hold offe, thou raggamouffine tykke.'
Eftsoones his fist dropped hee.
He listeneth like a three years and a half child.
Hee satte him downe upon a stone,
With ruefulle looks of feare;
And thus began this tippsye manne,
The red-nosed waggonere.
The appetite of the tailore whetted by the smell of cabbage.
'The waine is fulle, the horses pulle,
Merrilye did we trotte