Catches, canons and drinking songs
Young John the gard’ner having lately got
a very rich and fertile garden plot,
bragging to Joan, quoth he, “So rich a ground
for melons cannot in the world be found,”
“That’s a damned lie,” quoth Joan, “for I can tell
a place that does your garden far excel,”
“Where’s that?” says John, “In mine arse!” quoth Joan,
“for there is store of dung and water all the year.”