To Glos’ter then hastened this plowman so bold,
His sweetheart lamented him sore,
But scarcely nine months had over him roll’d,
When a rich butcher’s widow, with bags full of gold,
Bold Roger entic’d to her door.
Her mutton and beef, so red and so white,
Soon made him untrue to his vows;
They pamper’d his palate, they dazzled his sight,
They caught his affection, so vain and so light,
And she carried him home as her spouse.