Then Shephard and his Dog wheel'd up to th' right,
and thunder'd by a Cursed Lane,
And there the Villains wrought their Spight,
for by them, once, was a poor Man slain.
They Swear, before they'l ever lack,
they'l go to Hell, a Pick-a Pack,
And thus poor Debters they go to rack,
And that's the Cause &c.
There's Cursing Will and Damme Jack,