A fairer gamester no man could ever show.
Tom Skelton, ostler at the King’s Arms does dwell,
Who this false Atkinson did all his secrets tell;
He let him understand of a new love he’d got,
And with an oath he swore, she’d keep full the pot.
Then for the girl they sent, Bett Hardy was her name,
Who to her mistress soon an excuse did frame;
Mistress, I have a friend at the King’s Arms doth stay,
Which I desire to see, before he goes away.
Then she goes to her friend, who she finds ready there,