What e’re you thing they did me repay
Ich will not you deceive.
Facks[,] just as folks go to a vaire,
They vaidled up my goods and ware,
And so they took their leave.
O what a clutter they did make
Our house for Babel they did take,
We could not understand a jot.
Yet they did know what did belong
To drink and zwear in our own tongue,