Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale

Aye, beshrew you, by my fay,These wanton clerks be nice alway,Avaunt, avaunt, my popagay!"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 cartload."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 fie!"What, and ye shall not be my pigsny?"By Christ, ye shall not, no hardily:I will not be japed bodily!Gup, Christian Clout, gup, Jack of the Vale!With Mannerly Margery milk and ale.

"Walk forth your way, ye cost me naught;Now have I found that I have sought:The best cheap flesh that ever I bought."Yet, for his love that hath all wrought,Wed me, or else I die for thought.Gup, Christian Clout, your breath is stale!With Mannerly Margery milk and ale!Gup, Christian Clout, gup, Jack of the Vale!With Mannerly Margery milk and ale.