The Poetical Works of John Skelton (Vol. 1&2). John Skelton

bawdy babyone,

      Thow bere, thow brystlyd bore,

      Thou Moryshe mantycore,

      Thou rammysche stynkyng gote,

      Thou fowle chorlyshe parote,

      Thou gresly gargone glaymy,

      Thou swety slouen seymy,

      Thou murrionn, thow mawment, 170

      Thou fals stynkyng serpent,

      Thou mokkyshe marmoset,

      I wyll nat dy in they[558] det.

      Tyburne thou me assynyd,

      Where thou xulddst haue bene shrynyd;

      The nexte halter ther xall be

      I bequeth yt hole to thé:

      Soche pelfry thou hast pachchyd,

      And so thy selfe houyr wachyd

      That ther thou xuldyst be rachchyd, 180

      If thow war metely machchyd.

      Ye may wele be bedawyd,

      Ye ar a fole owtelauyd;

      And for to telle the gronde,

      Pay Stokys hys fyue pownd.

      I say, Syr Dalyrag,

      Ye bere yow bold and brag

      With othyr menys charge:

      Ye kyt your clothe to large: