Have I goode dryncke, I surely thyncke
Nothyng can do me harme.
For trwly than I feare no man,
Be he never so bolde,
When I am armed, and throwly warmed
With joly good ale and olde.
Backe and syde, etc.
But nowe and than I curse and banne;
They make ther ale so small!
God geve them care, and evill to fare!