The Fooles Troupe Routine

Back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold.
But belly God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old, whether it be new or old.

I cannot eat but little meat, my stomach be not good,
But sure I think that I can drink with him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care, I am not thin or cold,
I stuff my skin so full within of jolly good ale and all.

Back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold.
But belly God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old, whether it be new or old.

I love no roast, but a nut brown toast, and a Crab laid in the fire,
A little bread shall do me stead, much bread I not desire:
No frost or snow, no mist I trow, can hurt me if I would
I am so wrapped and thoroughly lapped of jolly good ale and all.

Back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold.
But belly God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old, Whether it be new or old.

And so my wife that as her life loveth well good ale to seeke,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see, the tears run down her cheeks:
Then doth she trowle to me the bowl, e'en as a malt worm should,
And saith sweet heart, I took my part, of this jolly good ale and old.

Back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold.
But belly God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old, Whether it be new or old.

Now let them drink till they nod and wink, e'en as good fellows should do
They shall not miss to have the bliss, good ale doth bring men to:
And all poor souls that have scouric bowels or have them lustily trolled
God save the lives of them and their wives whether they be young or old.

Back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold.
But belly God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old, Whether it be new or old.