Pithy pleasaunt and profitable workes of maister Skelton, Poete Laureate. Nowe collected and newly published. Anno 1568

Primus passus.

And this comelye dame I vnderstande her name Is Elynoure Rumminge At home in her wonnyng And as men say She dwelt in Sothray In a certaine stede By syde Lederhede She is a tonnishe gyb The deuell and she be sib.

But to make vp my tale She brueth noppy ale And maketh therof poorte sale To traueilers, to tinkers To sweters, to swinkers And all good ale drynkers That wyll nothinge spare But dryncke tyll they stare

And bringe themselfe bare With nowe away the mare And let vs sley care As wise as an hare

Come who so wil To Elinour on the hil With fil the cup fill And sit there by still Earelye and late Thither commeth Rate Ci••••ye and Sare With their legges bare And also theyr fete Hardely full vnswete With their heles dagged Theyr kyrtelles all to iagged Theyr smockes all to ragged With titters and tatters Brynge dyshes and platters With all theyr mighte runnyng To Elynoure rumminge To haue of her tunninge She leaneth them of the same And thus beginneth the game

Some wenches come vnbrased Wyth theyr naked pappes That flippes and flappes It wygges and it wagges

Lyke tawny saffron bagges A sorte of foule drabbes All scuruy with scabbes Some be flye bytten Some skewed as a kytten Some with a sho cloute Bynde their heades aboute Some haue no herelace Theyr lockes about their face Theyr tresses vntruste All full of vnluste Some looke strawrye Some cawrye mawrye Full vntidye tegges Lyke rotten egges Suche a lewde sorte To Elynoure resorte From tyde to tyde Abyde abyde And to you shall be toulde Howe her ale is soulde To mawte and to molde