O zurrah, zurrah, this is it,
Your Letters are in silver writ;
You may go take your course.
A Trouper t’other day did greet me,
[ ... Lost line.]
But could you guesse the reason,
Thou art, quoth he, a rebel, Knave,
And zo thou dost thy zelf behave,
For thou doest whistle treason.
Nor was this raskal much to blame,