Cock Lorrelle's Bote Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Cock Lorrelle's Bote Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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She had a desyre ofte to be wedde	A
And also to lye in an other mannes bedde	A
Lytell rought she therfore	B
She is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meue	C
And lyke to ye deuyll wan a ma dothe her greue	B
So well is she sette	A
O good condycyon to her housbonde	A
Yf he call her calat she calleth hy knaue agayne	D
She shyll not dye in his dette	A
By saynt Ione sayd Cocke than	D
These be fayre vertues in a woman	D
Thou shalte be my launder	B
To wasshe and kepe clene all my gere	B
Our two beddes togyder shall be sette	A
Without ony lette	A
The nexte that came was a coryar	B
And a cobeler his brother	B
As ryche as a newe shorne shepe	E
They offred Cocke a blechynge pot	A
Other Iewelles they had not	A
Scant shoes to theyr fete	A
The coryer dresseth so well his lether	B
That it wolde drynke water in fayre weder	B
Therfore he hath many a crystes curse	F
And the cobeler for his cloutynge	G
The people blesseth hym with euyll cheuynge	G
To knytte fast in his purse	F
A shomaker came to these other two	H
Bytwene them two was moche a do	H
For a pyese of lether	B
Cocke Lorell	I
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They togged with theyr teth gnewe it there	B
And pulde as it had ben grehondes at a hare	B
It was a shepes skyne of a wether	B
And than they tanned it whan they had done	D
To make lether to hym with mennes shone	D
And all for theyr auayle	I
For as sone as the hemme is tore	B
The sho is lost for euermore	B
And it is lytell meruayle	I
A tanner for euyll tannynge of leder	B
They foure with sorowe Cocke dyde set togyder	B
And neuer a good without fayle	I
Than came one wt two bolddogges at his tayle	I
And that was a bocher without fayle	I
All be gored in reed blode	H
In his hande he bare a flap for flyes	F
His hosen gresy vpon his thyes	F
That place for magottes was very good	H
On his necke he bare a cole tre logge	J
He had as moche pyte as a dogge	J
And he were ones wrothe	K
He loked perysshe and also rowe	L
A man wolde take hym for a shrewe I trowe	L
And of his company be lothe	K
Than came a gonge fermourer	B
Other wyse called a masser scourer	B
With hym a canyell raker	B
Theyr presence made Cocke his me to spewe	L
For as swete was they brethe as henka or rewe	L
To wasshe them they laked water	B
On these Irysshe cople I wyll not tare	B
Cocke dyde set the there as knaues sholde be	M
Amonge the slouenly sorte	H
Than came two false towlers in nexte	H
He set them by pykers of the best	H
For there sholde they abyde	H
But before yt they were plonged in the ryuer	B
To searche theyr bodyes fayre and clere	B
Therof they had good sporte	H
A myller dustypoll than dyde come	C
A Ioly felowe with a golden thome	C
On his necke a sacke was	F
Many sayd that he with reprefe	N
Cocke Lorell	I
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Of all craftes was nexte a thefe	N
In that Cocke founde no lacke	J
He sayd that the touled twys for forgetynge	G
And stele floure and put chauke therin	D
Be sherewe hym that taught hym that	H
Cocke bad hym grynde cherystones peson	D
To make his men brede for a season	D
By cause whete was very dere	B
Than came a pardoner with his boke	J
His quaterage of euery man he toke	J
But Cocke wolde theyr names here	B
The pardoner sayd I wyll rede my roll	I
And ye shall here the names poll by poll	I
There of ye nede not fere	B
Here is fyrst Cocke Lorell the knyght	H
And symkyn emery mayntenauce agayne ryght	H
With slyngethryfte fleshemonger	B
Also fabyane flaterer	B
And sesly claterer	B
With adam auerus flayle swenger	B
And frauces flaperoche of stewys captayne late	H
With gylys vnyeste mayer of newgate	H
And lewes vnlusty the lesynge monger	B
Here also baude baudyn boller	B
And his brother copyn coler	B
With mathew marchaunte of shoters hyll	I
Cry stofer catchepoll a crystes course gaderer	B
And wat welbelyne of ludgate Iayler	B
With laurence lorell of clerken well	I
Here is gylys Iogeler of ayebery	B
And hym sougelder of lothe bery	B
With wallys the wrangler	B
Pers potter of brydge water	B
Saunder fely the mustarde maker	B
With Ielyan Iangeler	B
Here is Ienkyne berwarde of Barwycke	J
And tom tombler of warwyke	J
With Phyllyp fletcher of fernam	C
Here is wyll wyly the mylpeker	B
And patrycke peuysshe heerbeter	B
With lusty hary hange man	D
Also mathewe tothe drawer of London	D
And sybly sole mylke wyfe of Islyngton	D
With dauy drawelache of rokyngame	C
Cocke Lorell	I
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Here is maryone marchauntes at all gate	H
Her husbode dwelleth at ye sygne of ye cokeldes pate	H
Nexte house to Robyn renawaye	O
Also hycke crokenee the rope maker	B
And steuen mesyll mouthe muskyll taker	B
With Iacke basket seler of alwelay	I
Here is george of podynge lane carpenter	B
And patrycke peuysshe a conynge dyrte dauber	B
Worshypfull wardayn of slouens In	D
There is maryn peke small fremason	D
And pers peuterer that knocketh a basyn	D
With gogle eyed tomson shepster of lyn	D
Here is glyed wolby of gylforde squyere	B
Andrewe of habyngedon apell byer	B
With alys esy a gay tale teller	B
Also peter paten maker	B
With gregory loue good of rayston mayer	B
And hary halter seler at tyborn the ayer	B
Here is kate with the croked fote	H
That is colsys doughter the dronken koke	J
A lusty pye baker	B
Here is faunder sadeler of froge strete corner	B
With Ielyan Ioly at sygne of the bokeler	B
And mores moule taker	B
Also annys angry with the croked buttocke	J
That dwelled at ye sygne of ye dogges hede in ye pot	H
By her crafte a breche maker	B
Cocke sayd pardoner now ho and sease	F
Thou makeste me wery holde thy pease	F
A thynge tell thou me	C
What profyte is to take thy pardon	D
Shewe vs what mede is to come	C
To be in this fraternyte	H
Syr this pardon is newe founde	H
By syde London brydge in a holy grounde	H
Late called the stewes banke	J
Ye knowe well all that there was	F
Some relygyous women in that place	F
To whome men offred many a franke	J
And bycause they were so kynde and lyberall	I
A merueylous auenture there is be fall	I
Yf ye lyst to here how	P
There came suche a wynde fro wynchester	B
That blewe these women ouer the ryuer	B
In wherye as I wyll you tell	I
Some at saynt Kateryns stroke a grounde	H
And many in holborne were founde	H
Some at saynt Gyles I trowe	L
Also in aue maria aly and at westmenster	B
And some in shordyche drewe theder	B
With grete lamentacyon	D
And by cause they haue lost that fayre place	F
They wyll bylde at colman hedge in space	F
Another noble mansyon	D
Fayrer and euer the halfe strete was	F
For euery house newe paued is with gras	F
Shall be full of fayre floures	F
The walles shall be of hauthorne I wote well	I
And hanged wt whyte motly yt swete doth smell	I
Grene shall be the coloures	F
And as for this olde place these wenches holy	I
They wyll not haue it called the stewys for foly	I
But maketh it strabery banke	J
And there is yet a chapell saue	F
Of whiche ye all the pardon haue	P
The saynt is of symme trollanke	J
I wyll reherse here in generall	I
The indulgences that ye haue shall	I
Is these that foloweth with more	B
At the oure of deth whan ye haue nede	H
Ye shall be assoyled of euery good dede	H
That you haue done before	B
And ye shall be parte taker of as many good dedde	H
As is done euery nyght a bedde	H
And also ferthermore	B
At euery tauerne in the yere	B
A solempne dyryge is songe there	B
With a grete drynkynge	G
At all ale houses trewely	I
Ye shall be prayed for hertely	I
With a Ioyefull wepynge	G
And the pope darlaye hath grauted in his byll	I
That euery brother may do what he wyll	I
Whyle that they be wakynge	G
And the pardone gyueth you that hath the pose	F
On your owne sleue to wype your nose	F
Without rebuke takynge	G
Also pope nycoll graunteth you all in this texte	H
The coughe and the colyke the gout and the flyxe	F
With the holsome tothe ache	Q
Also it is graunted by our bulles of lede	H
That whan ony brother is dede	H
To the chyrche dogges shall cary hym	C
A ryche pal to ly on ye corse late fro rome is come	C
Made of an olde payre of blewe medly popley hosone	D
For ye worshyppe of all ye bretherne	D
Theyr knylles shall be roge in ye myddes of tese	F
And theyr masse songe at shoters hyll amonge the elmes	F
With grete deuocyon in dede	H
And many thynges elles shall be done	D
The resydewe I wyll reherse soone	D
For drynke fyrst must I nede	H
Than Cocke cast a syde his hede	H
And sawe the stretes all ouer sprede	H
That to his bote wolde come	C
Of all craftes there were one or other	B
I wyll shewe how many or I passe ferther	B
And reken them one by one	D
The fyrst was golde smythes grote clyppers	F
Multyplyers and clothe thyckers	F
Called fullers euerychone	D
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