And overtook Jockey near to a Wood side,
And pull'd out her Sword in the height of her Pride,
And wounded poor Jockey who presently dy'd.
Then Shonny was taken and hurry'd to Jail,
Where her till the Sessions did weep and bewail;
And then at the last, by the Laws of the Land,
Was brought to the Bar to hold up her Hand;
O good her Lord Shudge poor Shonny did cry,
Now Whip her, and send her to Wales her Country;