As he were in the quakke, 1306 or in the pose. 1307 To bed he went, and with him went his wife, As any jay she light was and jolife, 1308 So was her jolly whistle well y-wet. The cradle at her beddë’s feet was set, To rock, and eke to give the child to suck. And when that drunken was all in the crock 1309 To beddë went the daughter right anon, To beddë went Alein, and also John. There was no morë; needed them no dwale. 1310 This miller had so wisly 1311 bibbed ale, That as a horse he snorted in his sleep, Nor of his tail behind he took no keep. 1312 His wife bare him a burdoun, 1313