Goodness me, child, you haven't heard 'em in the Great Room, all tralalas and twists and turns up and down, sometimes soft as a mouse and sometimes so loud as 'ud a'most wake the dead.

I'd like to hear ye do all that, not mind ye, as I understand what it means, but its pure grand." "I'll sing something to you Betty that you _can_ understand.

What of 'My lodging, it is on the Cold Ground.' Would you like to hear that ?" "Wouldn't I! My mother was maid to Mistress Moll Davies, as King Charles was mad over, though for the matter o' that he was always a runnin' after the women.

Anyway, it was that song and the way Moll sung it as won his heart.

Ah, them days is past an' I'm afeared as I mustn't speak well of 'em or I'd be called a 'Jack,' clapped into Newgate or sent to Bridewell and lashed.