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 | Gammer gurtons Nedle |  |
Fyrste a Songe.
Backe and syde go bare, go bare,
booth foote and hande go colde:
But Bellye god sende thee good ale ynoughe,
whether it be newe or olde.
booth foote and hande go colde:
But Bellye god sende thee good ale ynoughe,
whether it be newe or olde.
I
Can not eate, but lytle meate,
my stomacke is not good:
But sure I thinke, that I can drytke
with him that weares a hood.
Thoughe I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothinge a colde:
I stufte my skyn, so full within,
of ioly good Ale and olde.
Backe and syde go bare, go bare,
booth foote and hand go colde:
But belly god send the good ale inoughe
whether it be new or olde.
my stomacke is not good:
But sure I thinke, that I can drytke
with him that weares a hood.
Thoughe I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothinge a colde:
I stufte my skyn, so full within,
of ioly good Ale and olde.
Backe and syde go bare, go bare,
booth foote and hand go colde:
But belly god send the good ale inoughe
whether it be new or olde.
I loue no rost, but a nut browne toste
and a Crab layde in the fyre,
A lytle bread, shall do me stead
much breade I not desyre:
No froste nor snow, no winde I trowe
can hurte mee if I wolde,
I am so wrapt, and throwly lapt
of ioly good ale and olde.
Backe and syde go bare. &c.
and a Crab layde in the fyre,
A lytle bread, shall do me stead
much breade I not desyre:
No froste nor snow, no winde I trowe
can hurte mee if I wolde,
I am so wrapt, and throwly lapt
of ioly good ale and olde.
Backe and syde go bare. &c.
And Tyb my wyfe, that as her lyfe
loueth well good ale to seeke,
Full ofte drynkes shee, tyll ye may see
the teares run downe her cheekes:
Then dooth she trowle, to mee the bowle
euen as a mault worme shuld,
And sayth sweete hart, I tooke my part
of this ioly good ale and olde.
Backe and syde go bare. &c.
loueth well good ale to seeke,
Full ofte drynkes shee, tyll ye may see
the teares run downe her cheekes:
Then dooth she trowle, to mee the bowle
euen as a mault worme shuld,
And sayth sweete hart, I tooke my part
of this ioly good ale and olde.
Backe and syde go bare. &c.
Now let them drynke, tyll they nod and winke,
euen as good felowes shoulde doe
They shall not mysse, to haue the blisse,
good ale doth bringe men to:
And all poore soules that haue scowred boules
or haue them lustely trolde,
God saue the lyues, of them and theyr wyues
whether they be yonge or olde.
Backe and syde go bare. &c.
euen as good felowes shoulde doe
They shall not mysse, to haue the blisse,
good ale doth bringe men to:
And all poore soules that haue scowred boules
or haue them lustely trolde,
God saue the lyues, of them and theyr wyues
whether they be yonge or olde.
Backe and syde go bare. &c.
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