I met a Dell,[169] I viewed her well,
She was benship[170] to my watch;
So she and I did stall[171] and cloy,[172]
Whatever we could catch.
This Doxie Dell can cut bien whids,[173]
And drill well for a win;[174]
And prig and cloy so benshiply,
All the Deusea-Vile[175] within.
The Booth being raised,[176] we stept aside,
Thro’ mire, and frost and snow;