❧ A New Ballad entituled/ Good Fellows must go learn to Dance.  
 

GOod fellows must go learn to dance,  
the brydeall is full near a:  
There is a brawl come out of France,  
the tryxt ye hard this year a.  
For I must leap and thou must hop,  
and we must turn all three a:  
The fourth must bounce it like a top,  
and so we shall a 'gree a.  
I pray thee minstrel make no stop,  
for we will merry be a.   

The Bridegroom would give twenty pound,  
the marriage day were passed a:  
ye know whiles lovers are unbound,  
the knot is slipper fast a.  
A better man may come in place,  
and take the Bride away a.  
God send our wilkin better grace.  
our pretty Tom doth say a.  
God vicar axe the banes apace,  
and haste the marriage day a.   

A band of bells in Bauderycke wise,  
would deck us in our kind a:  
A shirt after the Moryce guise,  
to flounce it in the wind a.  
A wyffler for to make the way,  
and may brought in with all a:  
Is braver than the Sun I say, 
(.)   
and passeth round or brawl a.  
For we will tripe so trick and gay.  
that we will pass them all a.   

Draw to dancing neighbours all  
good fellowship is best a:  
It skills not if we take a fall,  
in honouring this feast a. 
¶   
The Bride will thank us for our glee,  
the world will us behold a:  
O where shall all this dancing be,  
in Kent or at cotsolde a.  
Our Lord doth know then axe not me,  
and so my tale is told a▪   
 

Adieu sweet heart, a dew  
Sith we must part,  
To lose the love of you,  
It griefs my heart.  
Once again come kiss me  
sith I so long must miss thee  
〈…〉 inge heart shall wish thee,  
To ease me of my smart.  
And though I now do leave thee,  
It will I not deceive thee,  
But come again and wed thee,  
Even for thy just desert.   

Sir Launcelotte comes again sir,  
So men do say:  
Tom toss will sail to Spain sir,  
By Tyburn away.  
Subtoll sin will have her.  
Though witty Watte do crave her,  
yet cutting clown shall save her,  
Unless he lose his pray.  
And though ye be so wile ye,  
And she do look so hyle ye:  
At length she will beguile ye,  
And 〈◊〉 span ●he best ye may.   

〈…〉 s so coy sir,  
Sh● 〈…〉 be sold,  
W 〈…〉 s her joy sir,  
T 〈…〉 told:  
Ra 〈…〉 will not blade it,  
Jack 〈…〉 r will not suade it,  
The Py●lbowes are not made it,  
Thereof ye may be bold.  
Although ye now have caught her,  
ye will repent here after,  
For farther ye have sought her,  
Then I have thought ye would.   
Finis.   

¶ Imprinted at London, in Fleetstreet at the sign of the Falcon, by William Gryffith, and are to be sold at his shop in S. Dunston's Churchyard. 1569.