Classic Poem

Full hard I did sweat,
When hemp I did beat.
Then thought I of nothing but hanging,
The hemp being spun,
My beating was done,
Then I wished for a noise
Of crack-halter boys,
On those hempen strings to be twanging.
Long looked I about,
The City throughout, 4 Pages:
And found no such fiddling varlets. Rixula:
Yes, at last coming hither,
I saw four together. 4 Pages:
May thy hemp choke such singing harlots. Rixula:
" To whit to whoo, " the owl does cry,
" Phip, phip, " the sparrows as they fly,
The goose does hiss, the duck cries quack,
" A rope " the parrot, that holds tack. 4 Pages:
The parrot and the rope be thine. Rixula:
The hanging yours, but the hemp mine.