To Brandon-main, then to the Whitehouse, To Dickison’s where he made league, And articled that for a night-house, To rest a while after fatigue: He drank a while till he grew mellow, And then for his chamber did call, Where sound he may sleep, silly fellow, His travels wou’d weary us all.
He had an invincible couple Of legs, that did bear him well out, They hung so loose, like a flail-souple, And cudgel’d his buttocks about; No man who’d have thought any hallion Could ever have acted the thing, Without help of Pacolet’s stallion,[46] That when the pin turn’d did take wing.
Next day rising, rigging and starting, He jogg’d on his journey with speed, To Bewick, the Lilburns, Coldmartin, From thence unto Woolerhaugh-head; To Wooperton, Ilderton, Rodham, And Rosedon, he scudded like mad, Nothing fell by the way that withstood him, Until he had met with his pad.
Earl was the place where he found him, A blithe sight for Geordy to see; But got the whole town to surround him, Before he his prisoner would be: Then on his back jumping and prancing, He swiftly switcht over the plain, But made him pay dear for his dancing, E’er he got to Midford again.
[46] See the history of Valentine and Orson.
THE INSIPIDS: OR, _The Mistress with her Multitude of Man Servants._
Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses, If they were set round in a ring, Jane Heymours for beauty surpasses, She might be a match for a king; Her cheeks are as red as a cherry, Her breast is as white as a swan, She is a blyth lass and a merry, And her middle is fit for a man.
The lads are so fond to be at her, They all run as mad as March hares, This bonny young lass they do flatter, And fall at her feet to their prayers: You never saw keener or stouter, They’ll not be put off with delay, Like bull-dogs they still hang about her, And court her by night and by day.
Joe Hepple, Will Crudders, Tom Liddle, With twenty or thirty men more, If I could their names but unriddle, At least I might make out two score, That all cast about for to catch her, And make her their own during life; With others that strive to debauch her, Despairing to make her their wife.
So many love tokens and fancies She gets, that to bring them in view, They’d look like so many romances, And none could believe they were true. I only will mention one favour, And leave you to guess at the rest; An old kenning Edward Hall gave her, Of comforts the choicest and best.