An Old Rondo

HER scuttle Hatt is wondrous wide,

All furrie, too, on every side;

Soe out She trippeth daintylie,

To lett y^e Youth full well to see

How fayre y^e mayde is for y^e Bryde.

A lyttle puffed, may be, bye Pryde,

She yet soe lovelye is that I’d

A Shillynge give to tye, perdie,

Her scuttle Hatt.

Y^e Coales into y^e Scuttle slide,

Soe in her Hatt wolde I, and hide

To steale some Kisses—two or three:

But synce She never asketh me,

Y^e scornful Cynick doth deride

Her scuttle Hatt!