VI.
Next dairy-maid Dolly, of letchery full,
Swore she was then breeding, for she’d had the bull;
To the gipsey, said Doll, “can you, old woman, tell
Whether bull or cow calf make my belly so swell?”
When he view’d her blue vein, he said, “Doll, by my troth,
You must find out two fathers, for you will have both,”
For the squire and the curate, when heated with ale,
Doll Dairy had milk’d in her amorous pail.
VII.