Catches, canons and drinking songs
“Good neighbours, be quiet, let me part the fray,
come kiss and be friends, drive discord away,”
“He’s a rascal, a pimp, a poor fripp’ry Jack,
that gives me no victuals nor clothes to my back,”
“O you vixen, you brimstone! Zounds how dare you to rail?
Like a squirrel you cover your back with your tail,”
“Well what if I do, sure this may atone:
my tail covers your back as well as my own.”