Catches, canons and drinking songs
Giles Jolt, as sleeping in his cart he lay,
some pilf’ring villains stole his team away,
Giles wakes and cries, “What’s here, a Dickens what?
why how now am I Giles or am I not?
if he, I’ve lost six geldings to my smart,
if not, ods buddikins! I’ve found a cart.”