Was made a great shew of a great deal of pride,
Was tell her strange tales te like never heard;
Was recon her pedegree long pefore Prute[,]
No body was near that could her Confute;
But still she reply’d, Geod Sir la be,
If ever I have a man, blew Cap for me.
A Frenchman that largely was booted and spurr’d,
Long Lock with a ribbon, long points and long preeshes,
Was ready to kisse her at every word,
And for the other exercises his fingers itches;