His name it is young Gamwell. {234}

Then did Will Scadlock fall on his knees,

Cries, Father ! father ! here,

Here kneels your son, your young Gamwèll,

You said you lov’d so dear.

But, lord ! what imbracing and kissing was there,

When all these friends were met !

They are gone to the wedding, and so to [the] bedding :

And so I bid you good night.