Catches, canons and drinking songs
Young Collin cleaving of a Beam, at e'ry thumping, thumping, Blow cry'd Hem! and told his wife, and told his wife and told his wife who the cause wou'd know, that Hem, made the Wedge much farther go,
Plump Joan, when at Night to bed they came, and both were playing at the same, cry'd Hem! Hem! Hem! prithee, prithee, prithee Collin do, if ever thou lov'st me Dear, Hem now.
He laughing answer'd no, no, no, some work will split, will split with half a Blow: beside, now I bore, now I bore, now I bore, now, now, now I bore, I Hem, when I cleave, but now I bore.