To mee's faire Metres, Vandebrad Isile of te fine towne of Vaschester.
Ick predee metres be not coy,
But intertaune mee's love vit joy:
For me be not a snottee boy.
Vat tough me russell not in silke,
And keep mee's servaunts vit capes ilke,
Yet me be not a sop of milke.
Vat tough me vil not stautly stret,
1530And ilke de Peacock poudely jet;
Yet me be vary pruce and neat.
Vat tough me vil not lye vit pimpes,
And pend me's coyne on light-teale shrimpes,
Yet me can hug, busse prettee nymphes.
Vat tough me ha ne Hauke ne Hound,
And vil not suare begot, idzound,
Yet faith mee's frolique, plumpe and sound.
Vat tough me cannot Maudam say,
And vit ty Fan an Monkee play,
1540Yet me con flatter vel as thay.
Vat tough me connot honour tee
Vit titles laudee C or D,
Yet tou sault a good Metress bee.
Vat tough, vat tough, Ick say, vat tough,
Ick say, udsnigs, in feck I trough,
Yet Ick drive not te Caurt and Plough.
Then pretee, pretee, buxome faire,
Let me not launguish in despaire,
But say me's sutes all gaunted are.
1550Let ne mee's Irish borrell speach,
In tyne affection mauke o breach,
For me con better say so teach.
And me can be as blyth and free
As auny push or saunten hee,
Ten say, and ved, and bed vit me.
Tyne faytfull friend and good servaune,
Patrick Applous, te fine, te bave, te
gallaun Irish-mon.