To see the cargoe, one by one,

Flounderinge in the wattere!

'With rout and roare, we reached the shore,

And never a soul did sinke;

But in the rivere, gone for evere,

Swum our meate and drinke.

The waggonere hailethe ane goose with ane novel salutatione.

'At lengthe we spied a goode grey goose,

Thorough the snow it came;

And with the butte ende of my whippe,