HALTERSICK

F Are well adieu, that courtlycke life, To war we tend to gowe: It is good sport to see the strife, Of sodyers on a row. How mereley they forward march, These enemies to slay: With heigh trim and tryxey to, Their banners they display. Now shaull we have the Golden cheats, When others want the same: And sodyares have foul maney feats, Their enemies to tame. With couckinge hear, and bomynge their, They break there fose array: And loustey lades amid the fields, There ensines do display. The droum and flute play lousteley, The troumpet blose a main? And venturous knights corragiousley, Do march before there train: With spear in rest so lively dressed, In armour bright and gay: With heigh trim and tryxey to, There banners they display. What? Jack hempstringe welcome, draw near? Gods blood what newse, is't the devil in hell? Nay but Jack Hempstringe seize of this prate, If thou cavil me boy, then beware thy pate. Boy nay be God, though I be but smaull, Yet Jack hempstringe, a heart is worth all. And have not I and heart, that to wars dare go, Yes hempstringe I warrant the, & that thou shouldst know If dycke haltersyckes mind, thou move unto eyar, Colles neauer bourn, till they be set one fyare. As fit for the war, Jack hempstringe thou art, In faith as abe, is to draw a cart: He is like to be manned, that hath such a knight, Under his banner, I swear for to fight. When Horestes in fight, most busiest shall be, Then with they gynney, we must seek the. He hath learned his lesson, but of fouth I fear, He hath quite forgotten, the way for to swear. Oundes, heart, and nails, nalrey , And he be not hanged, he will be stark . flort him. Had better be Still, and a sleep in his head, If a kycke me, me chance to break his head, No not at all he douth but soot you. What hempstringe I say, are you angered at jest. flort him on y e lipes In faith goodman lobcock, your handsomley dressed: Why all that I do man, is but in game. Goges oundes thou art bigger, yet I care not a point, If to be revenged, I iobard a joint. In deed I must say, I have catch the worst, But I will be revenged, or eyes I shall bourste. If time did not call me, from hence to depart I should anger the hempstring, even at the h to? Therefore farewell, till and other day, But h rste thou take this, to spend by the way. For that same on blow, than shault have a score: Draw thy sword vylyne, if thou be a man, And then do the worst, that ever thou can.