1006 A merry child he was, so God me save; Well could he letten blood, and clip, and shave, And make a charter of land, and a quittance. In twenty manners could he trip and dance, After the school of Oxenfordë tho, 1007 And with his leggës castë to and fro; And playen songës on a small ribible; 1008 Thereto he sung sometimes a loud quinible. 1009 And as well could he play on a gitérn. 1010 In all the town was brewhouse nor tavérn, That he not visited with his solas, 1011 There as that any garnard tapstere 1012 was. But sooth to say he was somedeal squaimous 1013 Of farting, and of speechë dangerous.