Yea, or sitting a-drinking
In some snug corner with “fill the can, fill.”
Fy, niece, in the country Dickon or Will
Know well how to go with the lasses amids the rye,
And when at even their sports they ply,
Hath not Gill won a pretty forfeit from Jack?
Fy, niece, ere now ye have got a green gown to your back.
At home, I doubt not, many brisk lads there be.
MARY
Why say ye so, aunt?