Then _Shonny_ was taken and hurry'd to Jail, Where her till the Sessions did weep and bewail; And then at the last, by the Laws of the Land, Was brought to the Bar to hold up her Hand; O good her Lord Shudge poor _Shonny_ did cry, Now Whip her, and send her to Wales her Country; Or cut off a Leg, or an Arm, or an Eye, For her is undone, if Condemned to dye. But this would not do, poor _Shonny_ was cast, And likewise received her sentence at last; A Gentleman Robber just at the same time, Received just Sentence then due for his Crime; Then _Shonny-ap-Morgan_ her shed many tears, Her heart was possessed with sorrow and fears, The Gentleman Thief likewise hung down his ears, For then he expected his antient Arrears. The day being come, they must both bid adieu, Forsaking the world and the rest of their Crew; The Spark was attir'd so gallant and gay, But _Shonny_ was poor, and in ragged array: And when they came both to the Gibbet Tree, The Gentleman gave to the Hangman a Fee, And said, let this _Welch man_ Hang farther from me, So vile and so ragged a Rascal is he. The Welch-man he heard him, and was in a rage, That nothing almost, could his anger asswage; But fretting and chaffing, he thus did begin, Her will make her to know that her came of good kin; Besides her will tell her her hearty belief, That her is no more than a Gentleman Thief, That robbed on the Roads, and the Plain and the Heath, Her now will Hang by her in spight of her teeth. FINIS. Printed for _J. Deacon_ at the _Angel_ in Guiltspur Street. [Footnote 163: ? Corset.] [82.] A Country fellow (that had not walked much in streets that were paved) came to _London_, where a dog came suddenly out of a house, and furiously ran at him: the fellow stooped to take up a stone to cast at the Dog, and finding them all fast rammed, or paved in the ground; quoth hee, what strange Country am I in? where the people tye up the stones, and let the dogs loose.