With both his shafts so near the pin,
You could scant have put three fingers in,
As if it had been in London.
Yorke, Yorke, &c.
I passe not for my monie it cost,
Though some I spent and some I lost,
I wanted neither sod nor roast,
As if it had been in London.
For there was plentie of every thing,
Redd and fallowe deere, for a king,