He hat her betwixt the two lugs.
But when that he went for to seize her,
He found himself cursedly bit;
And soon flung her down in a passion,
And look’d as if he’d been b——t.
The next was Will Dunn, our painter,
Who wanted a novelty bit;
And, taking good aim, let fly at her,
And kill’d her stone-dead on her seat.
When firing, he swore he had maul’d her,