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 Was Herod moved, it is no lie, To lop the head of Baptist John For dance and jig and psaltery; Good luck has he that deals with none!

Next of myself I tell, poor me, How thrashed like clothes at wash was I Stark naked, I must needs agree; Who made me eat so sour a pie But Katherine of Vaucelles? thereby, Noé took third part of that fun; Such wedding‑gloves are ill to buy; Good luck has he that deals with none!

But for that young man fair and free To pass those young maids lightly by, Nay, would you burn him quick, not he; Like broom‑horsed witches though he fry,