Some forty-five pounds more had paid
The debts of all that shall be laid
There till the day of doom.
One lies there for a seam of malt,
Another for two pecks of salt,
Two sureties for a noble;
If this be true or else false news,
You may go ask of Master Crew’s,
John Vaughan, or John Doble.
Near to those men that lie in lurch,