The best of them did scarcely know
what they had done ore night.
All you good wives that brew good ale
God turn from you all teene,[130]
But if you put too much water in
the devill put out your eyne.
FINIS.
London, Printed for John Wright,[131] and are to be sold at his shop in Guilt spurre Street at the signe of the Bible.
A very slight comparison with Robert Burns' poem on this subject will show how much he was indebted to this version, having plagiarised, almost verbally, in many parts.
[125] For tune, see [Appendix].