TUCK

Avant ragged knave or you shall have on the skin. Avant thou ragged knave this is but a mock if y u make many words y u shalt have a knock, To say thee nay I will not to let thee of thine oath it were great pity & sin but upon a Friars back and have even in. now am I friar within & thou Robin without, to lay thee here I have no great doubt: Now art thou Robin without & I friar within Lie there knave. choose either sink or swim. Marry set a knave over the shoes, Why wilt thou fight a pluck Then have a stroke for Friar tuck. Say on ragged knave me seems you begin to sweat. Blow on ragged knave without any doubt, until both thine eyes start out: Here is a sort of ragged knaves come in Clothed all in kendall green and to thee they take their way now. I gave thee leave to blow at thy will, now give me leave to whistle my sill. Now cut and Bause, Bring forth the clubs and staves And down with those ragged knaves. Here is a huckle duckle and inch above the buckle She is a trul of trust to serve a friar at his lust A pricker, a prancer, a tearer of sheets, a wagger of buttocks when other men sleeps, Go home you knaves and lay crabs in the fire for my lady & I will dance in the mire for very pure joy. Deus hic, Deus hic, God be here is not this a holy word of a Friar, God save all this company, But am not I a jolly Friar For I can shoot both far and near. and handly the sword and buckler and this quarter staff also If I meet with a gentle man or yeoman, I am not afraid to look him upon nor boldly with him to carp , If he speak any words to me, He shall have stripes two or three that shall make his body smart. But masters to show you the matter wherefore and why I am come hither in faith I will not spare, I am come to seek a good yeoman in Bernisdale men say is his habitation His name is Robin hood And if he be better man then I his servant will I be and serve him truly But if that I be a better man then he by my truth my knave shall he be and led these dogs all three. Go louse thee ragged knave if thou make many words I will give thee on y e ear though I be but a poor Friar to seek Robin hood I am come here and to him my heart to break. thou lousy Friar what wouldst thou with him he never loved Friar nor none of Friars kin. I beshrew thy heart Knave thou hurtest