She had a desire oft to be wed And also to lie in an other man's bed little wrought she therefore She is as soft as a lamb if one do her move And like to the devil won a man doth her grieve So well is she set O good condition to her husband If he call her calat she calleth him knave again She shyll not die in his debt By saint Joan said Cock than These be fair virtues in a woman Thou shalt be my launder To wash and keep clean all my gear Our two beds to guider shall be set Without any let The next that came was a coryat And a cobeler his brother As rich as a new shorn sheep They offered Cock a bleching pot Other jewels they had not Scant shoes to their seat The coryer dresseth so well his leather That it would drink water in fair weather Therefore he hath many a Christ's curse And the cobeler for his clouring The people blesseth him with evil cheving To knit fast in his purse Ashomaker came to these other two Bytweve them two was much a do For a pyese of leather They togged with their teeth & gnewe it there And pulled as it had been grehondes at a hare It was a sheeps skin of a wether And than they tanned it when they had done To make leather to him with men's shone And all for their avail For as soon as the hem is tore The shoe is lost for ever more And it is little marvel A tanner for evil tanning of leader They four with sorrow Cock died set together And never a good without fail Than came one with two bolddogges at his tail And that was a bocher without fail All be gored in reed blood In his hand he bore a flap for flies His hosen gresy upon his thighs That place for maggots was very good On his neck he bore a coal txe log He had as much pity as a dog And he were ones wroth He looked perish and also row A man would take him for a shrew I trow And of his company be loath Than came a gonge fermourer Other wise called a masser succourer With him a canyell taker Their presence made Cock & his men to spew For as sweet was they breathe as henkan or reme To wash them they laked water On these Irysihe couple I will not tore Cock died set them there as knaves should be Among the slovenly sort Than came two false towlers in next He set them by pykers of the best For there should they abide But before that they were plunged in the river To search their bodies fair and clear Thereof they had good sport A miller dustypoll than died come A jolly fellow with a golden thome On his neck a sack was Many said that he with reproof Of all crafts was next a thief In that Cock found no lack He said that the touled twice for forgetting And steel flower and put chauke therein Be shear we him that taught him that Cock bade him grind cherystones & peson To make his men breed for a season By cause wheat was very dear Than came a pardoner with his book His quaterage of every man he took But Cock would their names here The pardoner said I will read my roll And ye shall here the names poll by poll There of ye need not fere Here is first Cock Lorell the knight And symkyn emery maintenance again right With slyngethryfte fleshemonger Also fabyane flatterer And festy claterer With adam averus flail swenger And Frances flaperoche of stews captain late With gylies unyeste mayor of newgate And jews unlusty the losing monger Here also bawd baudyn boller And his brother copyn collar With matthew merchant of shooters hill Cry stoter catch poll a Christ's course gaderer And wat welbelyne of ludgate jailer With laurence lorell of clerken well Here is gylys jogeler of ayebery And him sougelder of loath berry With wallys the wrangler Pers potter of bridge water Saunder fely the mustard maker With jelyan jangeler Here is jenkyne berwarde of Barwycke And tom tombler of war wyke With phylyp fletcher of fernam Here is will wily the mylpeker And patrycke peevish heerbeter With lusty hary hang man Also mathewe tooth drawer of London And sybly sole milk wife of Islyngton With davy drawelache of rokyngame Here is maryone merchants at all gate Her husband dwelleth at the sign of the cokeldes pate next house to Robin renawaye Also hycke crokenec the rope maker And steven mesyll mouth muskyll taker With jacke basket seler of alwelay Here is george of poding lane carpenter And patrycke peevish a cunning dirt dauber Worshy pfull wardayn of slovens In There is maryn peke small fremason And pers' pewterer that knocketh a basin With goggle eyed tomson shepster of lyn Here is glyed wolby of gylforde squyere Andrew of habyngedon apple bier With allies esy a gay tale teller Also peter paten maker With gregory love good of rayston mayor And hary halter seler at tyborn the air Here is kate with the crooked foot That is colsys daughter the drunken koke A lusty pie baker Here is faunder sadler of frog street corner With jelyan jolly at sign of the bokeler And moors mole taker Also anuys angry with the crooked buttock That dwelled at the sign of the dogs heed in the pot By her craft a breach maker Cock said pardoner now ho and seize Thou makest me weary hold thy pease A thing tell thou me What profit is to take thy pardon Show us what meed is to come To be in this fraternyte Sir this pardon is new found By side London bridge in a holy ground Late called the stews bank Ye know well all that there was Some religious women in that place To whom men offered many a frank And by cause they were so kind and liberal A marvelous adventure there is be fall If yelyst to here how There came such a wind from winchester That blewe these women over the river In wherye as I will you tell Some at saint Kateryns struck a ground And many in holborn were found Some at saint Gyles I trow Also in ave maria aly and at westmenster And some in shordyche drew thither With great lamentation And by cause they have lost that fair place They will build at colman hedge in space Another noble mansion Fairer and ever the half street was For every house new paved is with grass Shall be full of fair flowers The walls shall be of hawthorn I wot well And hanged with white motley that sweet doth smell Grene shall be the colours And as for this old place these wenches holy They will not have it called the stews for folly But maketh it strabery bank And there is yet a chapel save Of which ye all the pardon have The saint is of symme trollanke I will rehearse here in general The indulgences that ye have shall Is these that followeth with more At the our of death when ye have need Ye shall be assoiled of every good deed That you have done before And ye shall be part taker of as many good dead As is done every night a bed And also furthermore At every tavern in the year A solemn dirge is song there With a great drinking At all ale houses truly Ye shall be prayed for heartily With a joyful weeping And the pope darlaye hath granted in his bill That every brother may do what he will While that they be waking And the pardon giveth you that hath the pose On your own sleeve to wipe your nose Without rebuke taking Also pope nycoll granteth you all in this text The cough and the colic the gout and the flix With the wholesome tooth ache Also it is granted by our bulls of lead That when any brother is deed To the church dogs shall carry him A rich pal to lie on the corpse late fro rome is come Made of an old pair of blue medley popley hosone For the worship of all the brethren. Gaudeamus omnes Their knylles shall be rung in the mids of tense And their mass song at shooters hill among the elms With great devotion in deed And many things else shall be done The residue I will rehearse soon For drink first must I need Than Cock cast a side his heed And saw the streets all over spread That to his boat would come Of all crafts there were one or other I will show how many or I pass ferther And reckon them one by one The first was gold smiths & groat clippers Multyplyers and cloth thyckers Called fullers everichone There is tailors/ taverners and/ drapers Potycaryes'/ ale brewer's/ and bakers Mercer's/ fletchers/ and sporyers Book printers/ painters/ bowers Myllers'/ carters/ and botyll makers Waxechaundelers'/ clothers'/ and grocers wool men vynteners'/ and flesshemongers' Salter's/ jowelers/ and habardashers' Drovers/ cooks/ and pulters' Yermongers/ pybakers'/ and waferers Fruyters/ cheese mongers/ and minstrels tallow chaundelers'/ hostelers'/ and glovers Owchers/ skinners/ and cutler's Blade smiths/ fosters/ and sadelers' Coryers/ cordwainers/ and cobelers Gyrdelers/ forborets/ and weboers' Quylte makers/ shermen/ and armourers Borlers/ tapstery workemakers'/ and dyers Brouderers/ strainers and carpyte makers Sponers/ torners/ and hatters Line webbers/ setters with line drapers Roke makers/ copper smiths/ and lorymers Brydelbytters/ black smiths/ and ferrars Bokell smiths/ horse leches/ and gold betters Fyners/ plommers'/ and penters' Bed makers/ federbed maker's/ & wire drawers Founders/ latin workers/ and broche makers Pavyers/ bell maker's/ and brasyers' Pynners'/ nedelers'/ and glasyers' Bokeler maker's/ dyers/ and leather sellers white tanner's/ galyors'/ and shethers Masones/ male maker's/ and merbelers Tilers/ brick leyers/ hard hewers Paris plasterers/ daubers/ and lime borners Carpenters/ coupers/ and joiners Pipe makers/ wood mongers/ & orgyn makers Coferers/ card maker's/ and carvers Ship wryghtes/ wheel wryghtes/ & sowers Harp makers/ leches/ and upholsters Porters/ fesy cyens/ and corsers Parchement makers/ skinners/ and plowers Barbers/ book bynders/ and lymners' Repers/ faners/ and horners Pouche maker's/ belowfarmes/ & cage sellers Lanterners/ stryngers/ grynders arrow heders/ malt men and corn mongers Balancers/ tin casters/ and skryveners' stationers/ vestiment swoers'/ and ymagers Silk women/ pursers/ and garnysshers' Table makers/ silk dyers/ and shepsters' Gold shears/ keverchef launders/ & reben makers Tankarde bearers/ budge men/ & spear planers' Spynsters/ carders and cap knytters Sargeauntes/ katche pollies and sumner's carriers/ carters/ and horskepers' Court holder's/ bails/ and honters Constable's/ heed borrows/ and katers Butlers/ sterchers/ and mustered makers Hard waremen/ mole sekers'/ and rat takers Bewardes/ brick borners/ and canelrakers Potter's/ bromesellers/ pedelers' shepherds/ cow herds/ and swine keepers brooch makers/ glass blowers candlestick casts Hedgers/ dykers/ and mower's Gonners mariners/ and ship masters Chymey swepers/ and costede mongers Lode men/ and bear brewer's fishers of the see/ and muskeltakers Schovyll chepers/ gardeners/ & rake fetters Players/ purse cutters money batters Gold washers/ tumblers jugglers pardoners kings bench gatherers & leather dyers There were thieves whores & bawds with mortherers' Exakers/ facers' and children questers Spies/ liars and great slanderers Cursers chyders & great vengeance criers Dyssy muling beggars heed breakers borders Net makers and harlote takers swearers and outragyons' laughers Surmowsers ill thynkers and make brasers With lollers lordaynes and faggot bearers Luskes slovens and kechen knaves Barge men whery rowers and dysers Tyburn collopes and penny pryckers Bowlers mas shooters and quayters Flatterers and two face bearers. Sluttes drabs and counselyll why●●e●ers With smoggy colyers & stinking gonge farmers Of every craft some there was Short or long more or lass All these rehearsed here before In cocks boat each man had an o'er All though that offices had Some wound at the capstayne as Cock them bade Some stood at the sling some died truss & thring Some pulled at the beryl some spread the main myssyll Some howysed th●●ayne sail Some veryed shoe … a very slayle Some roped the hook some the pomp & some the lance Some the long boat died lance some mend the corpse Maine corfe took in a refe byforce And they that were abil drew at the cab●ll Some the anchor laid some at the plompe a sail sweep One kept the compas & watched the our glass Some the lodysshestone did seek some the boat did Some made knots of likes ends Some the stay rope surely binds Some a sat borte stare board Some the stande●des out died bring Some one the shrowedes died climb Some couched a hogs heed under a hatch Some threw out bait fish to catch Some pulled up the bonaventure Some to howthe tope sail died entre Some stirred at the helm behind Some whysteled after the wind There was none that there was But he had an office more or lass Than Cock Lorell died his whistle blow That all his men should him know With that they cried and made a shout That the water shaken all about Than men might here the oars classhe And on the water gave many a dash They spread their sails as void of sorrow For he they rowed saint George to borrow For joy their trūpet●●● died they blow And some song have and how rombelowe They sailed fro garlic heed to knaves in And a peel of gonnes 'gan they ring Of colman hedge a sight they had That made his company very glad For there they thought all to play between tyburn and chelsay With this man was a lusty company For all raskyllers fro them they died try They banished prayer peas and sadness And took with them mirth sport & gladness They would not have vertune yet devotion Gaudeamus oens But riot and revel with jolly rebellion They song and danced full merely With swearing and staring heaven high Some said the they were gentle m●● of great might That their purses were so light And some went in fured gowns & gay shone That had no more faces than had the moan Of this day glad was many a brothel That might have an ore with Cock Lorell Thus they danced with all their might Till that phoebus had lost his light But than came lucyna with all her pale hew To take her sport among the clouds blue And marcury he true down his golden beams And sperus her silver streams That in the world gave so great light As all the earth had be paved with white Than Cock weighed anchor and housed his sail And forth he rowed without fail They sailed England thorough and thorough village town city and borrow They blessed their ship when they had done And drank about saint julyans' torn Than every man pulled at his ore With that I could see them no more But as they rowed up the hill The boat swain blewe his whistle full shrill And I went homeward to mow shame steer With a company died I meet As ermytes monks and freres Canons chartores and Inholders And many white nuns with white veils That was full wanton of their tails To meet with Cock they asked how to do And I told them he was a go Than were they sad everichone And went again to their home But my counsel I gave them there To meet with Cock another year No more of Cock now I write But merry it is when knaves done meet Cock had in his hand a great rout The third person of England Thus of Cock Lorell I make an end And to heaven god your souls send That readeth this book over all Chryst cover you with his mantel perpetual. AMEN Here endeth Cock Lorelles boat. Inprynted at London in the Flete street at the sign of the son by Wynkyn de word. printer's device of Wynkyn de Worde W intertwined 7 and 4, to indicate 1474, the date of Caxton's first printed book C