Yet still she reply’d, Geod sir, la be,
If ever I have a man, blew Cap for me.
A Netherland Mariner came there by chance,
Whose cheekes did resemble two rosting pome-watters,
And to this Blith lasse this sute did advance;
Experience had taught him to cog, lie, and flatter;
Quoth he, I will make thee sole Lady of the sea,
Both Spanyard and English man shall thee obey:
Yet still she replyed, [Geod sir, La be,
If ever I have a man, blew cap for me].