Som men wold thynk that this were pryde
But yt ys not so, ho ho abyde
I haue a dagger by my syde
yet therof spake not I
I bought thys dagger at the marte
A sharp poynt and a tarte
He that had yt in hys hart
Were as good to dye.
Than haue I a sworde or twayn
To bere theym my selfe yt were a payne