Fye, nay, prithee John,
do not quarrel man,
let's be merry and drink about.
You're a Rogue, you've cheated me,
I'll prove before this Company,
I caren't a Farthing Sir for A you are so stout.
Sir you lye, I scorn your word,
or any man that wears a sword,
for all you buff who cares a T-d, or who cares for you.