❧A Newe Ballade intytuled / Good Fellowes must go learne to Daunce.
GOod fellowes must go learne to daunce,
the brydeall is full nere a:
There is a brall come out of Fraunce,
the tryxt ye harde this yeare a.
For I must leape and thou must hoppe,
and we must turne all three a:
The fourth must bounce it lyke a toppe,
and so we shall a gree a.
I praye thee Mynstrell make no stoppe,
for we wyll merye be a.
The Brydegrome would giue twentie pounde,
the mariage daye were paste a:
ye knowe whyles louers are vnbounde,
the knotte is slyper faste a.
A better man maye come in place,
and take the Bryde awaye a.
God send our wilkin better grace.
our pretie Tom doth saye a.
God Vycar axe the banes apace,
and haste the mariage daye a.
A bande of belles in Bauderycke wyse,
woulde decke vs in our kynde a:
A shurte after the Moryce guyse,
to flounce it in the wynde a.
A wyffler for to make the waye,
and maye brought in with all a:
Is brauer then the Sunne I saye,
(.)
and passeth round or brall a.
For we wyll tripe so tricke and gaye.
that we wyll passe them all a.
Drawe to dauncinge neyghboures all
good fellowshyppe is best a:
It skylles not yf we take a fall,
in honoringe this feste a.
¶
The Bryde wyll thanke vs for oure glee,
the worlde wyll vs beholde a:
O where shall all this dauncinge bee,
in Kent or at cotsolde a.
Oure Lorde doth knowe then axe not mee,
and so my tale is tolde a▪
ADewe sweete harte, a dewe
Syth we must parte,
To lose the loue of you,
It greues my harte.
Once againe come kysse me
syth I so long must mys thee
[...]inge harte shall wyshe thee,
To ease me of my smarte.
And thoughe I nowe do leaue thee,
It wyll I not deceaue thee,
But come againe and wedde thee,
Euen for thy iust desarte.
Syr Launcelotte comes againe syr,
So men do saye:
Tom tosse wyll sayle to Spayne sir,
By Tyborne awaye.
Subtoll sinne wyll haue her.
Thoughe wyttie Watte do craue her,
yet cuttinge clowne shall saue her,
Vnlesse he lose his praye.
And though ye be so wyle ye,
And she do loke so hyle ye:
At length she wyll begyle ye,
And
[...]span
[...]he best ye maye.
[...]s so coye sir,
Sh
[...]
[...] be solde,
W
[...]s her ioye sir,
T
[...] tolde:
Ra
[...] wyll not blade it,
Jack
[...]r wyll not swade it,
The Py
[...]lbowes are not made it,
Therof ye maye be bolde.
Although ye now haue cought her,
ye wyll repent here after,
For farder ye haue sought her,
Then I haue thought ye would.
Finis.
¶Imprinted at London, in Fletestrete at the signe of the Faucon, by Wylliam Gryffith, and are to be solde at his shoppe in S. Dunstones Churchyearde. 1569.