Was thickly strewn with plums,

As big as my two thumbs.

 “My love,” quoth he to Guinevere, “We have a joust to-day—  Sir Launce is here, Sir Tris, Sir Gal, And all the brave array.

“My love,” quoth he to Guinevere,

“We have a joust to-day—

And all the brave array.

 “Put everything across to-night In guise of goodly fare, And cook us up a bag puddynge That will y-curl our hair.”

“Put everything across to-night

In guise of goodly fare,

That will y-curl our hair.”

 “I’ll curl your hair,” said Guinevere, “As tight as tight can be; I’ll cook you up a bag puddynge From my new recipee.”

“I’ll curl your hair,” said Guinevere,

“As tight as tight can be;

From my new recipee.”

 “Pitch in and eat, my merry men!” That night the King did say; “But save a little room—a bag Puddynge is on the way.

“Pitch in and eat, my merry men!”

That night the King did say;

“But save a little room—a bag

Puddynge is on the way.

[Pg 43] “Ho! here it comes! Now, by my sword, A famous feast ’twill be. Queen Guinevere hath cooked it, Launce, From her own recipee.”

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