And him she did controul,
And swore that the Porridge was cold.
With oh brave, &c.
My Masters a while be brief,
Who taketh up the Beef?
Then came William Dickins, [p. 87.]
And carries the Snipes & Chickens.
Bartholomew brought up the Mustard,
Caster he carry’d the Custard.
In comes Roger Boore,