‘ Dame Peach’

Among all the men she took care of her-sen and was never alarmed at the roughest of tricks, She'd sit in a bar suppin’ ale from a jar, till a bargain was driven, her profit to fix. Folk knew her all round and none ever was found but at one time or other had met her somehow, A good stand-up fight it was all her delight: she would get up at midnight to sell you a cow; She bested the men what came out of the Fen, and the folk from the Wold they found theirsens sold, While them from the Heath they was allers beneath; for however they tried they was out in the cold.