'I feare thee, auncient waggonere,
I feare thy hornye fiste,
For itte is stained with goose's gore,
And bailiffe's blood, I wist.
'I fear to gette ane fisticuffe
From thy leathern knuckles brown';
With that the tailore strove to ryse—
The waggonere thrusts him down.
'Thou craven, if thou mov'st a limbe,
I'll give thee cause for feare;'