With a stout frere I met,
And a quarter-staffe in his hande,
Lyghtely to me he lept,
And styll he bade me stande ;
There were strypes two or three,
But I cannot tell who had the worse,
But well I wote the horeson lept within me,
And fro me he toke my purse.
Is there any of my mery men all,
That to that frere wyll go,