There was not ane durst come him near,
Nay not sir Corby, nor his bride.
He came not with a single side,
For mony a tike did him attend,
I wait he was no puft we pride,
As you shall hear before I end.
See rudely they fell to the meat,
But napkin, trencher, salt, or knife;
Some to the head, some to the feet,
While banes geud bare there was na strife.