Who catch’d her in his arms, how does my only dear?
She says, Boys drink about, and fear no reckonings large,
For she had pawn’d her smock, for to defray the charge.
They did carouse it off, till they began to warm,
Says Skelton, Make a match, I pray where’s the harm?
Then with a loving kiss they straightway did agree,
But they no money had, to give the priest a fee.
Quoth Skelton seriously, The priest’s fee is large,
I’ll marry you myself, and save you all the charge;
Then they plight their troth unto each other there,