And culled some pound and a half;
For which he was suffered to smack her
That was his sweetheart, and would not depart,
But turned and lick'd the calf.
He rung her, and he flung her,
He kissed her, and he swung her,
And yet she did nothing but laugh.
Thus would he sing about cities and towns, and when any one called him, he would change his shape, and go laughing ho, ho, hoh! For his humours of begging he used this song, to the tune of The Jovial Tinker[[15]].
Good people of this mansion,
Unto the poor be pleased