A Cook they haddë with them for the nones, 138 To boil the chickens and the marrow bones, And powder merchant tart and galingale. 139 Well could he know a draught of London ale. He couldë roast, and seethe, and broil, and fry, Makë mortrewës, 140 and well bake a pie. But great harm was it, as it thoughtë me, That, on his shin a mormal 141 haddë he. For blanc manger, 142 that made he with the best.