For our Blessed Lady’s sake brynge us in good ale;
Brynge us in no brown brede, for that is made of branne,
Nor brynge us in no whyt brede, for therein is no gaine,
But brynge us in good ale.
Brynge us in no befe, for ther is many bonys,
But brynge us in good ale, for that goeth downe at onys,
And brynge us in good ale.”
And there were the songs sung in dancing:—
“Skip it, and trip it, nimbly, nimbly,
Tickle it, tickle it, lustily: