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The Tunning Of Elenor Rumming Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Tell you I chyll	A
If that ye wyll	A
A whyle be styll	A
Of a comely gyll	A
That dwelt on a hyll	A
But she is not gryll	A
For she is somwhat sage	B
And well worne in age	B
For her vysage	B
It would aswage	B
A mannes courage	B
	-
Her lothely lere	C
Is nothynge clere	C
But ugly of chere	C
Droupy and drowsy	D
Scurvy and lowsy	D
Her face all bowsy	D
Comely crynkled	E
Woundersly wrynkled	E
Lyke a rost pygges eare	C
Brystled wyth here	C
	-
Her lewde lyppes twayne	F
They slaver men sayne	F
Lyke a ropy rayne	F
A gummy glayre	C
She is ugly fayre	C
Her nose somdele hoked	E
And camously croked	E
Never stoppynge	B
But ever droppynge	B
Her skynne lose and slacke	G
Grained lyke a sacke	G
With a croked backe	G
	-
Her eyen gowndy	E
Are full unsowndy	E
For they are blered	E
And she gray hered	E
Jawed lyke a jetty	E
A man would have pytty	E
To se how she is gumbed	E
Fyngered and thumbed	E
Gently joynted	E
Gresed and annoynted	E
Up to the knockles	D
The bones of her huckels	D
Lyke as they were with buckels	D
Togyther made fast	E
Her youth is farre past	E
Foted lyke a plane	F
Legged lyke a crane	F
And yet she wyll jet	E
Lyke a jollyvet	E
In her furred flocket	E
And gray russet rocket	E
With symper the cocket	E
Her huke of Lyncole grene	F
It had ben hers I wene	F
More then fourty yere	C
And so doth it apere	C
For the grene bare thredes	D
Loke lyke sere wedes	D
Wyddered lyke hay	H
The woll worne away	H
And yet I dare saye	H
She thynketh herselfe gaye	H
Upon the holy daye	H
Whan she doth her aray	C
And gyrdeth in her gytes	D
Stytched and pranked with pletes	D
Her kyrtel Brystow red	E
With clothes upon her hed	E
That wey a sowe of led	E
Wrythen in wonder wyse	D
After the Sarasyns gyse	D
With a whym wham	I
Knyt with a trym tram	I
Upon her brayne pan	F
Lyke an Egyptian	F
Capped about	E
When she goeth out	E
Herselfe for to shewe	H
She dryveth downe the dewe	H
Wyth a payre of heles	D
As brode as two wheles	D
She hobles as a gose	D
With her blanket hose	D
Over the falowe	H
Her shone smered wyth talowe	H
Gresed upon dyrt	E
That baudeth her skyrt	E
	-
	-
Primus passus	D
	-
And this comely dame	J
I understande her name	J
Is Elynour Rummynge	B
At home in her wonnynge	B
And as men say	D
She dwelt in Sothray	C
In a certayne stede	E
Bysyde Lederhede	E
She is a tonnysh gyb	K
The devyll and she be syb	K
	-
But to make up my tale	A
She breweth noppy ale	A
And maketh therof port sale	A
To travellars to tynkers	D
To sweters to swynkers	D
And all good ale drynkers	D
That wyll nothynge spare	C
But drynke tyll they stare	C
And brynge themselfe bare	C
With Now away the mare	C
And let us sley care	C
As wyse as an hare	C
	-
Come who so wyll	A
To Elynour on the hyll	A
Wyth Fyll the cup fyll	A
And syt there by styll	A
Erly and late	E
Thyther cometh Kate	E
Cysly and Sare	C
With theyr legges bare	C
And also theyr fete	E
Hardely full unswete	E
Wyth theyr heles dagged	E
Theyr kyrtelles all to jagged	E
Theyr smockes all to ragged	E
Wyth titters and tatters	D
Brynge dysshes and platters	D
Wyth all theyr myght runnynge	B
To Elynour Rummynge	B
To have of her tunnynge	B
She leneth them on the same	J
And thus begynneth the game	J
	-
Instede of coyne and monny	F
Some brynge her a conny	F
And some a pot with honny	F
Some a salt and some a spone	F
Some theyr hose some theyr shone	F
Some ran a good trot	E
With a skellet or a pot	E
Some fyll theyr pot full	A
Of good Lemster woll	A
An huswyfe of trust	E
Whan she is athrust	E
Suche a webbe can spyn	F
Her thryft is full thyn	F
	-
Some go streyght thyder	C
Be it slaty or slyder	C
They holde the hye waye	D
They care not what men say	D
Be that as be maye	D
Some lothe to be espyde	E
Start in at the backe syde	E
Over the hedge and pale	A
And all for the good ale	A
	-
Some renne tyll they swete	E
Brynge wyth them malte or whete	E
And dame Elynour entrete	E
To byrle them of the best	E
	-
Than cometh an other gest	E
She swered by the rode of rest	E
Her lyppes are so drye	L
Without drynke she must dye	L
Therefore fyll it by and by	L
And have here a pecke of ry	C
	-
Anone cometh another	C
As drye as the other	C
And wyth her doth brynge	B
Mele salte or other thynge	B
Her harvest gyrdle her weddyng rynge	B
To pay for her scot	E
As cometh to her lot	E
Som bryngeth her husbandes hood	E
Because the ale is good	E
Another brought her his cap	M
To offer to the ale tap	M
Wyth flaxe and wyth towe	H
And some brought sowre dowe	H
Wyth Hey and wyth Howe	H
Syt we downe a rowe	H
And drynke tyll we blowe	H
And pype tyrly tyrlowe	H
	-
Some layde to pledge	B
Theyr hatchet and theyr wedge	B
Theyr hekell and theyr rele	A
Theyr rocke theyr spynnyng whele	A
And some went so narrowe	H
They layde to pledge theyr wharrowe	H
Theyr rybskyn and theyr spyndell	A
Theyr nedell and theyr thymbell	A
Here was scant thryft	E
Whan they made suche shyft	E
	-
Theyr thrust was so great	E
They asked never for mete	E
But drynke styll drynke	G
And let the cat wynke	G
Let us washe our gommes	D
From the drye crommes	D
	-
But some than sat ryght sad	E
That nothynge had	E
There of theyre awne	F
Neyther gelt nor pawne	F
Suche were there menny	F
That had not a penny	F
But whan they should walke	G
Were fayne wyth a chalke	G
To score on the balke	G
Or score on the tayle	A
God gyve it yll hayle	A
For my fyngers ytche	N
I have wrytten to mytche	N
Of this mad mummynge	B
Of Elynour Rummynge	B
Thus endeth the gest	E
Of this worthy fest	E
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Quod Skelton Laureat	E