Quintus passus.
Now in cometh another rabel
Fyrst one with a ladell
Another with a cradell
And with a syde sadel
And there began a fabel
A clatterynge and a babell
Pithy pleasaunt and profitable workes of maister Skelton, Poete Laureate. Nowe collected and newly published. Anno 1568
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- Pithy pleasaunt and profitable workes of maister Skelton, Poete Laureate. Nowe collected and newly published. Anno 1568
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- Skelton, John, 1460?-1529.
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Of foles silly
That had a fole with willy
With iast you, and gup gillye
She coulde not lye stillye
Then came in a genet
And sware by sainct Bennet
I dranke not this sennet
A draughte to my paye
Elynoure I the pray
Of thyne ale let vs assaye.
And haue here a pilch of gray
I weare skinnes of Conye
That causeth I loke so donny
Another than dyd hyche her
And broughte a pottel pycher
A tonnel, and a bottel
But she had lost the stoppel
She cut of her sho sole
And stopped ther with the hole.
Amonge all the blommer
Another brought a skommer
A frying pan and a slice
Elynoure made the pryce
For good ale eche whit.
Than starte in mad kyt
That had lytle wyt
She semed some deale seke
And brought vp a peny cheke
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To dame Elinoure
For a draughte of lycour.
Than Margery milke ducke
Her kirtell she did vp tucke
An ynche aboue her kne
Her legges that ye might se
But they wer sturdy and stubbled
Mighty pestels and clubbed
As fayre and as white
As the fote of a kite
She was somwhat foule
Croke necked lyke an Owle
And yet she broughte her fees
A cantel of Essex chese
Was well a fote thicke
Full of magottes quicke
It was huge and greate
And mightye stronge meate
For the deuill to eate
It was tarte and punyete
Another sorte of sluttes
Some broughte walnutes
Some apples, some peares
Some brought their clippinge sheres
Some broughte thys and that
Some broughte I wote neare what
Some broughte theyr husbandes hat
Some podynges and lynkes
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Some tripes that stinkes
But of all thys thronge
One came them amonge
She semed halfe a leche
And began to preach
Of the tewesday in the weke
Whan the mare doth keke
Of the vertue of an vnset leke
Of her husbandes breke
With the feders of a quaile
She could to bourde on sayle
And with good ale barme
She could make a charm
To healpe with all a stytche
She semed to be a wytche
Another brought. ii. goslings
That wer noughty froslings
Some brought thē in a wallet
She was a cumlye callet
The goslinges were vntide
Elinour began to chide
They be wrethocke thou haste brout
They ar shyre shaking nought