They sent for a wench, her name it was Besse,
And her they hired to welcome their guesse,[16]
They took in good Ale, and many things mo,
The Smith had got him two strings to his bow:
Good fellows came in, and began for to rore,
The Smith he was never so troubled before,
But quoth the good wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be, if we sell Ale.