A Catch
16. My lady and her Maid, upon a merry pin,
They made a match at F—ting, who should the wager win.
Jone lights three candles then, and sets them bolt upright;
With the first f—— she blew them out,
With the next she gave them light:
In comes my Lady then, with all her might and main,
And blew them out, and in and out, and out and in again.