and a Pistol that put us to studying,
You lye like all fools (quoth she)
it was but a black Hogs-Pudding;
Thus they the poor Taylors did jeer,
and the Cook-maid laugh'd in conceit,
That with nothing but a black Pudding,
and that five Taylors did beat.
O this &c.
Then straightway the Gentleman spoke,
what will you give then (said he)