Catches, canons and drinking songs
The Miller's Daughter Riding to the Fair, without a Saddle upon a scurvey Mare; cry'd Oh Mother, I'm quite undon, I'm quite undone, I'm all, all o'ergrown with Hair! Away you silly Daughter, 'tis ev'ry She's concern, and if you won't believe me, look here, lok here, here, look here, here, look here, look here, here and you may learn; then taking her aside, she made the matter plain, Oh Mother, you're ten times worse! Oh you're ten times worse! you're ten times worse! you're ten times worse! why sure you rid upon the Main!