Four frisky maidens, young, handsome, and plump,
Who cou’d each crack a flea on their bubbies or rump,
Took it into their heads, just to bother the tail
Of Ned Natty, a groom, so they jalap’d his ale.
II.
Now Ned on red herrings that ev’ning did sup,
So he drank ev’ry drop of the gripe-giving cup,
Soon his guts ’gan to grumble, and shortly Ned found
His bowels give way, and his body unbound:
The buckskin’s gay leather, by gallows confin’d,