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Thou hast a pretty foot, quoth he,
a handsome leg beside,
A soft plump thigh, a fair white knee,
which I have nigh espied.
Now Taffy had a great desire
to play the fancy jade,
He peepeth down, and fell in the fire,
the saddle on his back.
I've brought your saddle home, he cry'd,
I borrowed of your maid;
The men and women stept aside,
for they were sore afraid:
They cry'd out most piteously,
their cafe was so evil,
Hoe cob, hoe cob, rise speedily,
and help to kill the devil.
So when the ploughmen did awake,
the best was but a clown.
They each of them a cudgel take,
and knock poor Taffy down.
They threw him in the fire again,
who was but now crept out,
They said they had the devil slain
e'en by their labour stout,
His bacon fried in his pock,
which moved them to laughter,
Whilst he lay broiling in the smoke,
and curs'd them ever after
He tumbled out and thus did say,
I take these things in snuff,
a handsome leg beside,
A soft plump thigh, a fair white knee,
which I have nigh espied.
Now Taffy had a great desire
to play the fancy jade,
He peepeth down, and fell in the fire,
the saddle on his back.
I've brought your saddle home, he cry'd,
I borrowed of your maid;
The men and women stept aside,
for they were sore afraid:
They cry'd out most piteously,
their cafe was so evil,
Hoe cob, hoe cob, rise speedily,
and help to kill the devil.
So when the ploughmen did awake,
the best was but a clown.
They each of them a cudgel take,
and knock poor Taffy down.
They threw him in the fire again,
who was but now crept out,
They said they had the devil slain
e'en by their labour stout,
His bacon fried in his pock,
which moved them to laughter,
Whilst he lay broiling in the smoke,
and curs'd them ever after
He tumbled out and thus did say,
I take these things in snuff,
