For jealous folk are dangerous, you know,
At least they'd have their wives to think them so.
Besides, because she was a lusty bitch,
She was as high as water in a ditch;
And full of disdain and full of sneering.

A daughter had they got between the two,
Of twenty-some years, and no more children, no,
Except a boy that was eleven years old;
This girl well developed was,
With nose tip-tilted and eyes blue as glass,
With buttocks broad, and breasts round and high,
Right fair was her hair, I will not lie.