What a devilish Squalling you keep,
That I can neither rest nor Sleep.
This was enough to make a Maiden sick
And full of Pain;
She begins to Fling and Kick,
And swore she’d rent her Smock in twain:
But you shall hear anon,
There was a Man his name was John,
To whom this Maid she went alone,
And in this manner made her moan;