Fac’d she was of Filbard hew,
And bosom’d like a Swanne:
Back’t she was of bended yew,
And wasted by a span.
Haire she had as black as Crow,
From the head unto the toe,
Down down, all over, hy nonny nonny no.
5.
With her Mantle tuck’t up high,
She foddered her Flocke,