Would shut them up by threes and twos;
Calais, Lorraine, and all their crews,
(Names enow the mad song marries)
England and Picardy, search them and choose,
There’s no good girl’s lip out of Paris.
Envoi:
Prince, give praise to our French ladies
For the sweet sound their speaking carries;
’Twixt Rome and Cadiz many a maid is,
But no good girl’s lip out of Paris.