Tell your mammies and your dads,
And all those that news desire,
How you saw a walking fire.
Wenches, that do smile and lisp
Use to call me Willy Wisp.
If that you but weary he,
It is sport alone for me.
Away: unto your houses go
And I'll go laughing ho, ho, hoh!
The fellows were glad that he was gone, for they were all in a great fear that he would have done them some mischief.