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First Line: Through the hall the bell hath sound
Last Line: If rowley, iscam, or tyb. Gorges be not seen.
Subject(s): Feasts


THROUGH the hall the bell hath sound;
Welcoming doth the mayor beseem;
The aldermen do sit around,
And snuffle up the savoury steam,
Like asses wild in desert waste
Sweetly the morning air do taste.

So keen they ate; the minstrels play,
The din of angels do they keep,
High style. The guests have nought to say,
But not their thanks, and fall asleep.
Thus every day be I to dine,
If Rowley, Iscam, or Tyb. Gorges be not seen.





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