Darkmans

I have, by the salomon, a doxy that carries a kinchin mort in her slate at her back, besides my dell and my dainty wild dell, with all whom I'll tumble this next darkmans in the strommel […]

Men were men then, and fought each other in the open field, and there was nae milling in the darkmans.

Ah, Bess, my covess, strike me blind if my sees don't tout your bingo muns in spite of the darkmans.

White thy fambles, red thy gan / And thy quarrons dainty is. / Couch a hogshead with me then. / In the darkmans clip and kiss.