"Ha! Caitiff knave!!" He shouted,
'Twas all I heard, no more,
He collared me by neck, and breech, and swept me off the floor,
And bore me down the corridor,
And hoisting me as light as cork, an act I could not check,
He flung me down the oaken stair, and wanton cracked my neck!
For that he paid the penalty, one day on Tyburn tree,
Alack! it was the sorest deed, the Law could wreak for me
For when it made a Ghost of him, he came, and sought me out,
Where haunting at my Lady's door, I heard the self-same shout,