In Taverns and in bowsing Kens,
or in some pimping Ale house:
And when she comes home drunk at night,
though I do not distast her,
She'l fling, she'l throw, she'l scratch and bite,
and strive to be my Master.
But if ever &c
Her bed I make both soft and fine,
and put on smock compleatly,
Her shooes and stockings I pull off,