His mouth as widë was as a furnáce. He was a jangler, and a goliardais, 192 And that was most of sin and harlotries. Well could he stealë corn, and tollë thrice. And yet he had a thumb of gold, pardie. 193 A white coat and a blue hood weared he. A baggëpipe well could he blow and soun’, And therewithal he brought us out of town.