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,