[…]ſadde and rype corage[…]

Bitch, pig, pull out with the stick everything I hit like a lick We don’t miss

The head was supported by a neck, long, pinched, and weazeny, and was surmounted by a somewhat worn and ragged puggree, from the sides of which a few straggling grey hairs escaped

Rin, rin, straicht on, shouted the manikin, and the men with a great clatter obeyed him.