There was harp and pipe, and minstrelsy.
‘Yea, ’faith,’ and ‘nay, ’faith,’ some did cry.
Some sang of Jenkyn and Gill for meed;
But, for lack of money, I might not speed.
Then into Cornhill anon I strode,
Where was much stolen gear among;
I saw where hung my own lost hood,
That I had lost among the throng;
To buy my own hood, I thought it wrong.
I knew it as well as I did my creed;