And cudgel’d his buttocks about;
No man who’d have thought any hallion
Could ever have acted the thing,
Without help of Pacolet’s stallion,[46]
That when the pin turn’d did take wing.
Next day rising, rigging and starting,
He jogg’d on his journey with speed,
To Bewick, the Lilburns, Coldmartin,
From thence unto Woolerhaugh-head;
To Wooperton, Ilderton, Rodham,