A newe Ballade intytuled, Good Fellowes
must go learne to daunce.

Good fellowes must go learne to daunce,
Thy brydeall is full nere a ;
There is a brall come out of Fraunce,
The tryxt ye harde this yeare a ;
For I must leape, and thou must hoppe,
And we must turne all three a ;
The fourth must bounce it lyke a toppe,
And so we shall agree a ;
I praye thee, mynstrell, make no stoppe,
For we wyll merye be a.

The brydegrome would giue twentie pounde
The mariage daye were paste a ;
Ye knowe, whyles louers are vnbounde,
The knotte is slyper faste a ;--
A better man maye come in place,
And take the bryde awaye a ;
God send our Wilkin better grace,
Our pretie Tom, doth saye a,--
God vycar, axe the banes apace,
And haste the mariage daye a.

A bande of belles, in bauderycke wyse,
Woude decke vs in our kynde a ;
A shurte after the Moryce guyse,
To flounce it in the wynde a.
A wyffler for to make the waye,
And Maye brought in withall a,
Is brauer then the sunne, I saye,
And passeth round or brall a ;
For we will trype so tricke and gaye,
That we wyll passe them all a.

Drawe to dauncinge, neyghboures all,
Good fellowshyppe is best a,
It skylles not yf we take a fall,
In honoringe this feste a.
The bryde wyll thanke vs for oure glee,
The worlde wyll vs beholde a ;
O where shall all this dauncinge bee,
In Kent or at Cotsolde a ?
Oure Lorde doth knowe, then axe not mee,--
And so my tale is tolde a.

Imprinted at London, in Fletestrete, at
the signe of the Faucon, by Wylliam
Gryffith, and are to be solde at his
shoppe in S. Dunstones Chyrchyearde.