Ribs of beef, both fat and fine.
A fair cloth they began to spread;
But, wanting money, I might not speed.
Then unto London I did me hie,
Of all the land it bears the price.
‘Hot pease-cods!’ one began to cry,
‘Strawberries ripe!’ and ‘cherries on the rice!’ (bough)
One bad me come near and buy some spice;
Pepper and saffron they did me bede (offer);
But, for lack of money, I might not speed.