Something was wanting, and so they lost one day.
They send unto London, what's lacking is gotten,
And so on the next day, w'ye all things did cotten.
The Prizes they took, were a Londoners groat,
A Gentleman's size,[143] but his skipkennel's[144] pot.
The Townsmen they let in for drink and good chear,
The School boys for peace, and the Seamen for fear.
On Tuesday at three a clock I was we'e 'em,
I kist their doorkeeper, and went in to see 'em.