Finally it is found sticking in the breech of gammer Gurton's man Hodge. |
Come to the justice of the peace, gammer Gurton, and I forgive you! |
Not so, gammer, we might it find, if we knew where it lay.Cock. |
By the mass, gammer, but for my staff Chat had gone nigh to spill you! |
When he turned away from the hedge, he heard the voice of an old gammer, coming from the next garden. |
Stick to her, gammer, take her by the head, chill warrant you this feast! |