Traveller Leopold said he should go otherwhither
And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught
He took the cup that stood tofore him for him never needed none asking
Let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be drunken 
For they were right witty scholars. Sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open
Young Stephen filled all the cups that stood empty hereupon Punch Costello
Banged with his fist upon the board and would sing a bawdy catch
To bed, to bed was the burden of it to be played
Look forth, my people, upon the land of behest
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
Over us dead they bend.