Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale

Ay, beshrew you! by my fay,

These wanton clerks be nice alway!

Avaunt, avaunt, my popinjay!

What, will ye do nothing but play?

Tilly, vally, straw, let be I say!

Gup, Christian Clout, gup, Jack of the Vale!

With Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale.

By God, ye be a pretty pode,

And I love you an whole cart-load.

Straw, James Foder, ye play the fode,

I am no hackney for your rod:

Go watch a bull, your back is broad!

Gup, Christian Clout, gup, Jack of the Vale!

With Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale.

Ywis ye deal uncourteously;

What, would ye frumple me? now fy!

What, and ye shall be my pigesnye?

By Christ, ye shall not, no hardely:

I will not be japèd bodily!

Gup, Christian Clout, gup, Jack of the Vale!

With Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale.

Walk forth your way, ye cost me nought;

Now have I found that I have sought:

The best cheap flesh that I ever bought.

Yet, for his love that all hath wrought,

Wed me, or else I die for thought.

Gup, Christian Clout, your breath is stale!

Go, Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale!

Gup, Christian Clout, gup, Jack of the Vale!

With Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale.