He met a bould yeoman, and bid him for to stand;
"If I do, I'm damn'd!" said he, "although you cut it grand.
I'm an old English farmer, and do not me provoke
I've a cudgel, look ye here, it's a prime tough bit of oak!
And I'll give you some gravy, [5]
Of that I'll take my davy, [6]
If you try to prig my gold [7]
Derry down."