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The Turnament of Tottenham or the Wooeing Winning and Wedding of Tibbe the Reev's Davghter There	A
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Of all thes kene conquerours to carpe it were kynde	B
Of fele feyztyng folk ferly we fynde	B
The Turnament of Totenham have we in mynde	B
It were harme sych hardynes were holden byhynde	B
In story as we rede	B
Of Hawkyn of Herry	A
Of Tomkyn of Terry	A
Of them that were dughty	B
And stalworth in dede	B
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It befel in Totenham on a dere day	B
Ther was mad a shurtyng be the hyway	C
Theder com al the men of the contray	A
Of Hyssylton of Hy gate and of Hakenay	D
And all the swete swynkers	E
Ther hopped Hawkyn	D
Ther daunsed Dawkyn	D
Ther trumped Tomkyn	D
And all were trewe drynkers	E
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Tyl the day was gon and evyn song past	B
That thay shuld reckyn ther scot and ther counts cast	B
Perkyn the potter into the press past	B
And sayd 'Randol the refe a dozter thou hast	B
Tyb the dere	A
Therefor faine wyt wold I	F
Whych of all thys bachelery	A
Were best worthye	G
To wed hur to hys fere '	-
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Upstyrt thos gadelyngys wyth ther lang staves	E
And sayd 'Randol the refe lo thys lad raves	E
Boldely amang us thy dozter he craves	E
We er rycher men than he and mor gode haves	E
Of cattell and corn '	-
Then sayd Perkyn 'To Tybbe I have hyzt	B
That I schal be alway redy in my ryzt	B
If that it schuld be thys day sevenyzt	B
Or elles zet to morn '	-
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Then sayd Randolfe the refe 'Ever be he waryd	B
That about thys carpyng lenger wold be taryd	B
I wold not my dozter that scho were miscaryd	B
But at hur most worschip I wold scho were maryd	B
Therfor a Turnament schal begynne	D
Thys day sevenyzt	B
Wyth a flayl for to fyzt	B
And 'he' that is of most myght	B
Schal brouke hur wyth wynne	D
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'Whoso berys hym best in the turnament	B
Hym schal be granted the gre be the comon assent	B
For to wynne my dozter wyth 'dughtynesse' of dent	B
And 'Coppell' my brode henne 'that' was brozt out of Kent	B
And my dunyd kowe	C
For no spens wyl I spare	A
For no cattell wyl I care	A
He schal have my gray mare	A
And my spottyd sowe '	-
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Ther was many 'a' bold lad ther bodyes to bede	B
Than thay toke thayr leve and homward they zede	B
And all the weke afterward graythed ther wede	B
Tyll it come to the day that thay suld do ther dede	B
They armed tham in matts	E
Thay set on ther nollys	E
For to hepe ther pollys	E
Gode blake bollys	E
For bateryng of bats	E
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Thay sowed tham in schepeskynnes for thay schuld not brest	B
Ilk on toke a blak hat insted of a crest	B
'A basket or a panyer before on ther brest '	-
And a flayle in ther hande for to fyght prest	B
Furth gon thay fare	A
Ther was kyd mekyl fors	E
Who schuld best fend hys cors	E
He that had no gode hors	E
He gat hym a mare	A
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Sych another gadryng have I not sene oft	B
When all the gret company com rydand to the croft	B
Tyb on a gray mare was set up on loft	B
On a sek ful of fedyrs for scho sculd syt soft	B
And led 'till the gap '	-
For cryeng of the men	D
Forther wold not Tyb then	D
Tyl scho had hur brode hen	D
Set in hur Lap	H
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A gay gyrdyl Tyb had on borowed for the nonys	E
And a garland on hur hed ful of rounde bonys	E
And a broche on hur brest ful of 'sapphyre' stonys	E
Wyth the holy rode tokenyng was wrotyn for the nonys	E
For no 'spendings' thay had spared	B
When joly Gyb saw hur thare	A
He gyrd so hys gray mare	A
'That scho lete a fowkin' fare	A
At the rereward	B
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'I wow to God ' quoth Herry 'I schal not lefe behynde	B
May I mete wyth Bernard on Bayard the blynde	B
Ich man kepe hym out of my wynde	B
For whatsoever that he be before me I fynde	B
I wot I schall hym greve '	-
'Wele sayd ' quoth Hawkyn	D
'And I wow ' quoth Dawkyn	D
'May I mete wyth Tomkyn	D
Hys flayle I schal hym reve '	-
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'I make a vow ' quoth Hud 'Tyb son schal thou se	E
Whych of all thys bachelery 'granted' is the gre	A
I schal scomfet thaym all for the love of the	I
In what place so I come thay schal have dout of me	A
Myn armes ar so clere	A
I bere a reddyl and a rake	J
Poudred wyth a brenand drake	J
And three cantells of a cake	J
In ycha cornere '	-
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'I vow to God ' quoth Hawkyn 'yf 'I' have the gowt	B
Al that I fynde in the felde 'thrustand' here aboute	B
Have I twyes or thryes redyn thurgh the route	B
In ycha stede ther thay me se of me thay schal have doute	B
When I begyn to play	B
I make avowe that I ne schall	K
But yf Tybbe wyl me call	K
Or I be thryes don fall	K
Ryzt onys com away '	-
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Then sayd Terry and swore be hys crede	B
'Saw thou never yong boy forther hys body bede	B
For when thay fyzt fastest and most ar in drede	B
I schall take Tyb by the hand and hur away lede	B
I am armed at the full	L
In myn armys I bere wele	L
A doz trogh and a pele	L
A sadyll wythout a panell	L
Wyth a fles of woll '	-
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'I make a vow ' quoth Dudman and swor be the stra	A
'Whyls me ys left my 'mare ' thou gets hurr not swa	C
For scho ys wele schapen and lizt as the rae	A
Ther is no capul in thys myle befor hr schal ga	M
Sche wul ne nozt begyle	L
Sche wyl me bere I dar say	A
On a lang somerys day	A
Fro Hyssylton to Hackenay	D
Nozt other half myle '	-
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'I make a vow ' quoth Perkyn 'thow speks of cold rost	B
I schal wyrch 'wyselyer' without any bost	B
Five of the best capulys that ar in thys ost	B
I wot I schal thaym wynne and bryng thaym to my cost	B
And here I grant tham Tybbe	N
Wele boyes here ys he	A
That wyl fyzt and not fle	L
For I am in my jolyte	B
Wyth so forth Gybbe '	-
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When thay had ther vowes made furth can thay hie	A
Wyth flayles and hornes and trumpes mad of tre	A
Ther were all the bachelerys of that contre	A
Thay were dyzt in aray as thaymselfes wold be	A
Thayr baners were ful bryzt	B
Of an old rotten fell	L
The cheveron of a plow mell	L
And the schadow of a bell	L
'Quartred' wyth the mone lyst	B
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I wot yt 'was' no chylder game whan thay togedyr met	B
When icha freke in the feld on hys feloy bet	B
And layd on styfly for nothyng wold thay let	B
And foght ferly fast tyll ther horses swet	B
And few wordys spoken	D
Ther were flayles al so slatred	B
Ther were scheldys al to flatred	B
Bollys and dysches al to schatred	B
And many hedys brokyn	D
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Ther was clynkyng of cart sadelys and clatteryng of cannes	E
Of fele frekys in the feld brokyn were their fannes	E
Of sum were the hedys brokyn of sum the brayn pannes	E
And yll were thay besene or thay went thanns	E
Wyth swyppyng of swepyls	E
Thay were so wery for foght	B
Thay myzt not fyzt mare oloft	B
But creped about in the 'croft '	-
As thay were croked crepyls	E
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Perkyn was so wery that he began to loute	B
'Help Hud I am ded in thys ylk rowte	B
An hors for forty pens a gode and a stoute	B
That I may lyztly come of my noye oute	B
For no cost wyl I spare '	-
Hy styrt up as a snayle	L
And hent a capul be the tayle	L
And 'reft' Dawkin hys flayle	L
And wan there a mare	A
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Perkyn wan five and Hud wan twa	C
Glad and blythe thay ware that thay had don sa	E
Thay wold have tham to Tyb and present hur with tha	I
The Capulls were so wery that thay myzt not ga	E
But styl gon thay stond	B
'Alas ' quoth Hudde 'my joye I lese	E
Mee had lever then a ston of chese	E
That dere Tyb had al these	E
And wyst it were my sond '	-
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Perkyn turnyd hym about in that ych thrang	E
Among those wery boyes he wrest and he wrang	E
He threw tham doun to the erth and thrast tham amang	E
When he saw Tyrry away wyth Tyb fang	E
And after hym ran	D
Off his horse he hym drogh	A
And gag hym of hys flayl inogh	O
'We te he ' quoth Tyb and lugh	O
'Ye er a dughty man '	-
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'Thus' thay tugged and rugged tyl yt was nere nyzt	B
All the wyves of Totenham came to see that syzt	B
Wyth wyspes and kexis and ryschys there lyxt	B
To fetch hom ther husbandes that were tham trouth plyzt	B
And some brozt gret harwos	E
Ther husbandes hom to fetch	P
Som on dores and sum on hech	P
Sum on hyrdyllys and som on crech	P
And sum on whelebarrows	E
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Thay gaderyd Perkyn about 'on' everych syde	B
And grant hym ther 'the gre ' the more was hys pryde	B
Tyb and he wyth gret 'mirth' homeward con thay ryde	B
And were al nyzt togedyr tyl the morn tyde	B
And thay 'to church went '	-
So wele hys nedys he has sped	B
That dere Tyb he 'hath' wed	B
The prayse folk that hur led	B
Were of the Turnament	B
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To that ylk fest com many for the mones	E
Some come hyphalte and some trippand 'thither' on the	I