Harman-beck

The Ruffin cly the nab of the Harmanbeck, If we mawnd Pannam, lap, or Ruff-peck, Or poplars of yarum: he cuts, bing to the Ruffmans, Or els he ſweares by the light-mans, To put our ſtamps in the Harmans.

But O ben Coue what if we be clyd, Long we cannot foist & nip at last we shall be spyed, If that we be spied, O then begins our woe, With the Harman beake out and alas, To Wittington we goe.

Here, safe in our Skipper, let's cly off our Peck, And bowse in defiance o' th' Harman-beck.