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.