Lenten stuff is come to the town
Lenten stuff is come to the town,
The cleansing week comes quickly;
You know well inow you must kneel down:
Come on, take ashes trickly.
Herring, herring, white and red,
Seek out such as be rotten;
Though some be hanged and some be dead
And some be yet forgotten.
Walfleet oysters salt and green
Are trim meats to be eaten:
Trusty subjects to their queen
Need never to be beaten.
Lily-white mussels have no peer,
The fishwives fetch them quickly:
So he that hath a conscience clear
May stand to his tackle trickly.
Carp is counted very good,
A trim fish and a dainty,
But if it smell once of the mud
Who'll give a groat for twenty?
Gudgeons make a goodly dish
For such cheese as be sickly;
And as yet is a foolish fish
And will be taken quickly.
Then Jack-a-Lent comes jostling in,
With the head piece of a herring,
And saith: " Repent you of your sin,
For shame, sirs, leave your swearing. "
And to Palm Sunday doth he ride,
With sprats and herring by his side,
And makes an end of Lenten tide.
The cleansing week comes quickly;
You know well inow you must kneel down:
Come on, take ashes trickly.
Herring, herring, white and red,
Seek out such as be rotten;
Though some be hanged and some be dead
And some be yet forgotten.
Walfleet oysters salt and green
Are trim meats to be eaten:
Trusty subjects to their queen
Need never to be beaten.
Lily-white mussels have no peer,
The fishwives fetch them quickly:
So he that hath a conscience clear
May stand to his tackle trickly.
Carp is counted very good,
A trim fish and a dainty,
But if it smell once of the mud
Who'll give a groat for twenty?
Gudgeons make a goodly dish
For such cheese as be sickly;
And as yet is a foolish fish
And will be taken quickly.
Then Jack-a-Lent comes jostling in,
With the head piece of a herring,
And saith: " Repent you of your sin,
For shame, sirs, leave your swearing. "
And to Palm Sunday doth he ride,
With sprats and herring by his side,
And makes an end of Lenten tide.
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