Women, women, love of women

Women, women, love of women
Maketh bare pursés with some men.

Some be mery, and some be sad;
Some be besy, and some be bad;
Some be wild, by Seint Chad!
Yet all they be not so.
For some be lewd, and some be shrewd.

Some can prate withouten hire;
Some make bate in every shire;
Some can play check mate with our sire.
Yet all they do not so, etc.

Some be browne, and some be white;
And some be tender as a chike;
And some of them be chiry ripe.
Yet all they be not so, etc.

Some of them be treue of love,
Benethe the gerdelle, but not above;
And in a hode above can chove.
Yet all they do not so, etc.

Some can whister, and some can crie;
Some can flater, and some can lie;
And some can sette the mouth awrie.
Yet all they do not so, etc.

He that made this songe full good
Came of the northe and of the sothern blode,
And somewhat kine to Robin Hode.
Yet all we be not so, etc.