The Second Acte.

First a Song.[674]

Backe and syde go bare, go bare,

Booth foote and hande go colde;

But bellye, God send 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 drinke

With him that weares a hood.

Thoughe I go bare, take ye no care,

I am nothinge a colde;

I stuffe my skyn so full within

Of joly good ale and olde.

Backe and syde go bare, go bare, etc.

I love no rost but a nut browne toste

And a crab layde in the fyre.[675]

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 joly good ale and olde.

Backe and syde go bare, etc.

And Tyb my wyfe, that as her lyfe

Loveth well good ale to seeke,

Full ofte drynkes shee tyll ye may see

The teares run downe her cheeke;

Then dooth she trowle to mee the bowle

Even as a mault worme shuld;

And sayth, sweete hart, I tooke my part

Of this joly good ale and olde.

Backe and syde go bare, etc.

Now let them drynke till they nod and winke,

Even as good felowes shoulde doe;

They shall not miss to have the bliss

Good ale doth bringe men to;

And all poore soules that have scowred boules,

Or have them lustly trolde,

God save the lyves of them and theyr wyves,

Whether they be yonge or olde.

Backe and syde go bare, etc.