❧ A merry new Ballad entitled the pinning of the Basket:  
And is to be song to the tune of the down right Squire.  

IT was my hap of late to hear,  
a pretty jest:  
The which by me as may appear  
is here expressed.  
With tantara, tantara, tantara,  
for this belongs thereto:  
With bitter broils, and bickering 〈◊〉,  
and strife with much 〈◊〉.   

Mark then for now this marvel strange,  
I will declare:  
A joigner sent his man to change,  
money for ware.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
unto the town he goose:  
And hasted to the Chandler's shop,  
his money to dispose.   

But see the chance the Chandler dry,  
was gone to drink:  
Or else poor soul to play thereby,  
at since and sink:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
whereat his wife did chafe:  
And out she went then in a rage,  
to seek her good man Ralph.   

She ranged forth and could not rest,  
upon the mould:  
When she him found, the bedlam beast,  
began to scold:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
quoth she unthrifty knave▪  
If thou be at the good Ale tap,  
thou hast that thou wouldst have.   

This quiet man acquainted was,  
with her rough talk:  
And patiently ●orth with her pass  
 
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
at home she found him place:  
Till he had served his customer,  
and then began the fray.   

For having done, hold here quoth he,  
the Basket Dame:  
Go gossip give it him and see,  
you pin the same.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
now doth the sport begin▪  
Know thou quoth she sir knave that I,  
the Basket will not pin.   

Her husband sore insenste did swear,  
by stocks and stones:  
She should or else he would prepare,  
to baste her bones.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
quoth he I'll tame your tongue,  
And make you pin the Basket to,  
doubt not ere it be long.   

Then with a bastian that stood by,  
which he did smell▪  
At her he freely did let fly,  
and bumbde her well  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
unguentum Ba●●aline:  
Did make this housewife ●●ickly ●,  
the Basket passing 〈◊〉.   

This pastime pleased well the Page,  
that all this while▪  
Sat on his horse, and saw this rage,  
and bitter broil▪  
Tantara, tara, tantara.  
the good wife doth retire,  
〈◊〉 swears she will no more deny,  
her husband's just desire.   

The Basket pin, the Page departs,  
when 〈◊〉 〈◊〉:  
He spurs his ●●tt●, the jade starts,  
he was so frayed:  
Tantara, tara, tantara▪  
in haste he homeward rides,  
Yet when he comes, for tarrying long,  
his Master chafes and chides.   

His M 〈…〉 rs too as one half mad,  
began to rave▪  
Because too long he tarried had,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 him knave:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
he spoke his Mistress fair:  
And told her she should know the cause,  
of his long tarrying there.   

Then boldly he began his tale,  
and told them all:  
Betwixt these two, how Deaudly Ale,  
had bred a brawl:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
quoth he the Chandler's wife,  
Would not entreated be to pin,  
the Basket for his life.   

Till he to beat her did begin,  
with bouncing bloose:  
Then quickly she in post to pin,  
the Basket goose:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
the joigner joys at 〈◊〉,  
But sure his wife to hear this tale,  
was quite bereft of 〈◊〉.  
,  
〈…〉 grace,  
Was changed, with began to frame:  
a ●●nnyng face:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
quoth she for all his bloose,  
The knave the Basket should have pin,  
himself spite of his nose.   

Here then her husband did begin,  
quoth he if I:  
Should bid you wife the Basket pin,  
would you deny:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
to him she plainly told,  
That she the Basket would not pin,  
thereof he might be bold.   

Then they hereof for to confer,  
do haste to bed▪  
And here you see a second jar,  
the Basket bred:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
the third doth now begin,  
The silly Page to get some meat,  
in haste doth high him in.   

No whit amazed unto the maid,  
〈◊〉 strait ●oeth go:  
The quean of him no more afraid,  
began to crow:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
〈◊〉 him knave and sot,  
And used him that in the end,  
a broken head he got.   

Hence forht take head of making strife,  
thou knave quoth she  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and his wife,  
where 〈…〉 should be:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
with grief her words he hears:  
But yet it grieved him more to feel,  
the blood about his ears.   

Yet up he stepped full stoutly then,  
and bomde me jone,  
That she lent, he so paid again,  
he made her groan.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
and gets his Supper too:  
And made her sit and eat with him,  
although with much a do.   

His master on the morrow next,  
of this was glad:  
His mistress was herewith so vexed,  
it made her mad.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
this hap brings joy and care:  
For now the joigners wife to pin,  
the Basket must prepare.   

Her husband by his man's good hap,  
doth hope to win:  
And makes her now spite of her cap,  
the Basket pin:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
again he doth reply:  
Will you the Basket pin or no,  
she stoutly doth deny.   

Then with a bedstaff he to baste,  
her doth begin:  
Yet would she not for all his baste,  
the Basket pin:  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
this combat being done  
 
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dame doth run.   

And to this jolly justice wife,  
discovering all:  
Betwixt her spouse and her what sstrife,  
〈◊〉 late befall.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
whom she would feign have bound,  
Unto the peace if by the hap,  
there might such means be found.   

Of this her friend the frank cousent,  
she soon had won:  
To do for her incontinent▪  
what might be doen.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
this justice wife now goose:  
Her gossipps suit in haste unto,  
her husband to disclose.  
Her husband hearing by this tale,  
how all things stood:  
In mind he at this jest so stolen,  
did laugh a good.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
a little more ado:  
This justice would have taught his wife,  
to pin the Basket too.   

Now all good wives beware by this,  
your ●●●●es to blot,  
The Basket pin with quietness:  
deny it not.  
Tantara, tara, tantara,  
be counseled by your friend:  
And of this baskets pinning now▪  
enough and so an end.   
Finis.  
qd T. Rider.   

¶ Imprinted at London for Henry Kirkham, and are to be sold at his shop, at the little North door of Paul's, at the sign of the black Boy.