Her name was Betres, that so clenly was,
That no fylthe by her in any wyse shoulde passe.
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And betwene them bothe they did get a sonne,
Whiche was my father, that in Kente did wonne.
His name was Davy Dronken-nole,
He never dranke but in a fayre blacke boule.
He toke a wyfe that was very fayre,
And gate me on her for to be his ayre.