Then went I forth by London stone,
All the length of Canwick[7] Street;
Drapers much cloth me offered anon;
Then met I one, cried ‘Hot sheep’s feet!’
One, ‘mackerel!’ One did ‘rushes’ repeat.
One offered a hood, to cover my head;
But, for lack of money, I might not be sped.
Then I hied me to East-Cheap,
One cries ‘ribs of beef,’ and many a pie;
Pewter-pots they clattered in a heap;