Boy. A hundred boys that stode to-gether,
Where they herde one say in a cry 1025
That my godfather, god almighty,
Was come from heven, by his owne accorde,
This nyght to suppe here wyth my lorde,[208]
And farther he sayde, come whos[o][209] wull,
They shall sure have theyr bellyes full 1030
Of all wethers who lyste to crave,
Eche sorte suche wether as they lyste to have.
And when my felowes thought this wolde be had,