O this &c
They beg'd their lives she might save,
we are but poor Taylors (quoth they)
And truly no money we have,
for we work but for four pence a day;
You lye, like all Rogues (quoth she)
and do not my patience provoke,
For 5 pounds you have tane for your work,
so presant that word did them choak.
O this &c.