There was a maid this other day,
And she would needs go forth to play.
And as she walked she sithed and said,
"I am afraid to die a mayd."
With that beheard a lad
What talke this maiden had,
Whereof he was full glad,
And did not spare
To say, "Faire mayd, I pray,
Whither goe you to play?"
"Good sir," she then did say,
"What do you care?"
"For I will, without faile,
Mayden, give you Watkins ale."
"Watkins ale, good sir," quoth she,
"What is that I pray you tel me?"