Peace! or your hide I’ll soundly switch.
Do not I almost ev’ry day,
At the lang hinney’s o’er the way,
See Geordy Jenkin’s wife and you,
Drinking clove waters till you spue!
Go to the devil with your brats,
And vex me not with d——’d pit-rats,
That are not all of my begetting,
But plants of other people’s setting.
Since you have oft, by your confession,