Such language they had a got.
Nor home ich any zafe aboad,
If that Ise chance to go abroad,
These rogues will come to spy me;
Then zurrah, zurrah, quoth they, tarry,
We know false letters you do carry,
And so they come to try me.
For as swift as any lightning goes
Straight all their hand into my hose,
There out they pull my purse.