Her kyrtel Brystow red With clothes upon her hed That wey a sowe of led.
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When Skelton wore the Laurell Crowne, My Ale put all the Ale-wiues downe.
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Thus, and with many more unpleasing qualities, does the poet garnish the subject of his verse, going on to describe how—
She breweth noppy ale And maketh thereof fast sale, To trauellers, to tynkers, To sweters, to swinkers And all good ale drynkers.
So fond are many of her customers of her ale, that they will come to it, even though they cannot pay in coin of the realm.
Instede of coyne and monney, Some brynge her a conny, And some a pot of honny, Some a salt, and some a spone, Some theyr hose, and some theyr shone.