Bad scran, to Fairy Queens!

Bad luck to them, that spreads abroad,

Such shockin' lyin' tales,

Bad scran has me, that tears me hair,

An' forty pounds bewails!"

With that, I seen a man, come up,

A dark arch, marchin' thro',

As if he hadn't any work,

Particular to do.

He measured me, wid selfish eye,