And though ye lyve an hondred wynter,

On Lytell Johan ye shall thynk.

Lytell Johan ete, and Lytell [Johan] dronke,

The whyle that he wolde.

The sheryfe had in his kechyn a coke,

A stoute man and a bolde.

I make myn avowe to god, sayd the coke,

Thou arte a shrewde hynde,

In an housholde to dwel,

For to ask thus to dyne. {31}