Sweet Isabell

Here lies sweet Isabell in bed

Wearing a nightcap on her head

Her skin is soft her face is fair

And she has very pretty hair

She and I in bed lie nice

And undisturbed by rats or mice

She is disgusted by Mister Worgan

Although he plays upon the organ

A not of ribans on her head

Her cheak is tinged with concious red

Her nails are neat her teeth are white

Her eyes are very very bright

In a conspicuos town she lives

And to the poor her money gives

Here ends sweet Isabellas story

And may it be much to her glory