39
He brought in the bores head,
and was wonderous bold;
He said there was neuer a cucholds kniffe
carue itt that cold.
40
Some rubbed their kniues
vppon a whetstone;
Some threw them vnder the table,
and said they had none.
41
King Arthur and the child
stood looking them vpon;
All their kniues edges
turned backe againe.
42
Craddoccke had a litle kniue
of iron and of steele;
He birtled the bores head
wonderous weele,
That euery knight in the kings court
had a morssell.
43
The litle boy had a horne,
of red gold that ronge;
He said, 'there was noe cuckolde
shall drinke of my horne,
But he shold itt sheede,
either behind or beforne.'
44
Some shedd on their shoulder,
and some on their knee;
He that cold not hitt his mouth
put it in his eye;
And he that was a cuckold,
euery man might him see.
45
Craddoccke wan the horne
and the bores head;
His ladye wan the mantle
vnto her meede;
Euerye such a lonely ladye,
God send her well to speede!
& is printed and, wherever it occurs.