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For why, hur was afraid those folks,would quick return again.Now hur had got a gay gold ring,hur knew nor where to hide;It was a fine brave gallant thing,was puff her up with pride.But fortune often plays the jade,she's seldom constant known;For why, at last hur was betray'd,hur could net keep hur own:For going through a town he wot,amongst some ill bred curs;Hur shew'd it to a cheating trot,who said the ring was hurs.Cotsplutteranails, was tell a lie,hur find it was hur want;But she us'd such extremity,which wrought hur discontent.Before a justice brought hur then,and there hur kept such stirs;The justice said before all menthat sure the ring was hurs.Hur call'd the justice great Boobee,then hur receiv'd some knocks:The justice made no more adobut sent hur to the stocks:The boys did jeer hur to hur face,and call'd hur thief and knave;O was it not a great disgrace,that boys should hur out brave.
