The Colt he cost me eighteen pence,
the Tapster he did say,
I hope good Folks 'ere you goe hence,
you for your Meate will pay.
Pox take you for a Rogue quoth one,
another, he fel'd oaks,
Another said he was undone!
'twas worse than Harty Choaks.
The Porter he did give nine pence
to have it in a Pye,