You may have easy pen’worths, woods,
Lands, ven’son, householdstuf, and goods,
They little thought of dogs that wou’d
There snap-men.
But when they’d sup’d, and fully fed,
They set up remnants and to bed.
Where scarce they had laid down a head
To slumber,
But that their beds were heav’d on high;
They thought some dog under did lie,
And meant i’ th’ chamber (fie, fie, fie)
To scumber.
Some thought the cunning cur did mean
To eat their mutton (which was lean)
Reserv’d for breakfast, for the men
Were thrifty.
And up one rises in his shirt,
Intending the slie cur to hurt,
And forty thrusts made at him for’t,
Or fifty.
But empty came his sword again.
He found he thrust but all in vain;
An the mutton safe, hee went amain
To’s fellow.
And now (assured all was well)
The bed again began to swell,
The men were frighted, and did smell
O’ th’ yellow.
From heaving, now the cloaths it pluckt
The men, for feare, together stuck,
And in their sweat each other duck’t.
They wished
A thousand times that it were day;
’Tis sure the divell! Let us pray.
They pray’d amain; and, as they say,
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Approach of day did cleere the doubt,
For all devotions were run out,
They now waxt strong and something stout,
One peaked