The gander and the gose bothe grasynge on one graue;
Than Rowlande the reue ran, and I began to raue,
And with a brystell of a bore his berde dyd I shaue.
Magn. If euer I herde syke another, God gyue me shame.
Fol. Sym Sadylgose was my syer, and Dawcocke my dame:
I coude, and I lyst, garre you laughe at a game, 1860
Howe a wodcocke wrastled with a larke that was lame:
The bytter sayd boldly that they were to blame;
The feldfare wolde haue fydled, and it wolde not frame;
The crane and the curlewe therat gan to grame;