Full stout were his limbs, and full tall was his height,
His boots were all dirty to view,
Which made all the damsels draw back in a fright,
Lest by chance they should sully their petticoats white,
And poor Roger began to look blue.
His presence all bosoms appear’d to dismay:
The men sat in silence and fear;
Till trembling at length, cried poor Roger, “I pray
Aside your great coat, my old cock, you would lay,
And deign to partake of our cheer.”