I ran across a verse in "The Cardinal's Coach Couped" reprinted from a broadside of 1711 in James Maidment's 'A New Book of Old Ballads', where the last one goes:

You need not think I'm speaking lies,
Bear witness house of Cherry-trees,
Where Dainty Davy strove to please
My lady's daughter;
And boldly crept beneath her thighs,
For fear of slaughter.