%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Bill of Fare: / For, A Saturday nights Supper, A Sunday morning Breakfast, and / A Munday Dinner, Described in a pleasant new merry Ditie. Parker, Martin University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30021

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S119105 6 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Cooke Laurell, or, Michaelmas Terme Cook Lorrel Cook Lorrel or Michaelmas Term the same tune Cook Lorrel The Same Tune ILe tell you a Jest, which you'l hardly beleeue: / No matter for that, you shall hear't right or wrong, TWo Beares sowst pig fashion sent whole to the board, / And 4 black swans serv'd by 2 in a dish, What we had to Supper on Saturday night. [with variation] And this was our Supper on Saturday night. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18 1: 19 A Bill of Fare: / For, A Saturday nights Supper, A Sunday morning Breakfast, and / A Munday Dinner, Described in a pleasant new merry Ditie. A Bill of Fare: For, A Saturday nights Supper, A Sunday morning Breakfast, and A Munday Dinner, Described in a pleasant new merry Ditie. A Bill of Fare: For, A Saturday night's Supper, A Sunday morning Breakfast, and A Monday Dinner, Described in a pleasant new merry Ditty. Parker, Martin Printer M.P. 1624-1624 Fr: Grove

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ILe tell you a Jest, which youl hardly beleeve: No matter for that, you shall heart right or wrong, A hungry appetite may perhaps grieve, To heare such a Banquet set forth in a Song, He rather would have it then heare ont heel say, But I cannot promise him such a faire sight; All that I can doe, is with words to display, What we had to Supper on Saturday night. Inprimis, foure Fancies, two boyld, and two roast, A large dish of Endimions (good for ones drinke) Six Pelican Chickens as hote as a toast, And six Birds of Paradise, brave meat I thinke, A couple of Phenix, a Cocke and a Hen, That late from Arabia had tane their flight. I thinke such a Banquet was nere made for men, As wee had to Supper on Saturday night. Two paire of Elephants Pettitoes boyld, A greene Dragon Spitchcock (an excellent dish) One messe by the Cooke was like to be spoild, And yet by good hap twas to every ones wish: It was a Rhenoceros boyld in Alegant, To all who did taste it, gave great delight: Judge whether we have not occasion to vaunt Of this our rare Supper on Saturday night. A Calves head was roast with a pudding ith belly, (Of which all the women did heartily feed) A dish of Irish Harts hornes boyld to a Jelly, (Which most men esteemd as a good dish indeed)
I had almost forgotten to name a sowcd Owle, Brought up to the Master oth Feast as his right, He lovd it he said above all other Fowle, And this was our Supper on Saturday night. The next in due course was foure golden Horshooes, Exactly dissolved through a Woodcocks bill, Six Camelions in greene-sawce (Maids commonly chuse) This dish every day if they may have their will, The chine of a Lyon, the haunch of a Beare, Well larded with Brimstone and Quicksilver bright: Judge Gentlemen, was not this excellent cheere, That wee had to Supper on Saturday night. A whole Horse sowst after the Russian manner, Twelve Pigs of a strange Capadocian Bitch, Six dozen of Estridges rost, (which a Tanner Did send out of Asia by an old Witch) A Leg of an Eagle carbonadoed (in Snow) The Pluck of a Grampoise stewd till it was white, And thus in particular I let you know, What we had to Supper on Saturday night. Then came in an Ell of a Jackanapes taile, Servd in upon Sippits as dainty as may be: O that is a dainty, which rather then faile, Might well serve to feast an Utopian Lady: Twelve Maids were stewd in the shell of a Shrimp, And cause it was meat that was held very light, They had for their Sawce a salt pickled Pimpe, And this was our Supper on Saturday night.
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TWo Beares sowst pig fashion sent whole to the board, And 4 black swans servd by 2 in a dish, With a Lobster fried in steaks: take my word, I know not well whether it was Flesh or Fish, Two Cockatrices, and three Baboones boyld, Two dry Salamanders, a very strange sight, A Joale of a Whale soundly butterd and oyld, And this was our Supper on Saturday night. A good dish of Modicums, I know not what, In Barbary Vinegar boyld very soft, I musd how my Hostis became so huge fat, I find tis with eating these Modicums oft: A Grosse of Canary birds roasted alive, That out of the dishes (for sport) tooke their flight, And every one present to catch them did strive: This was our rare Supper on Saturday night. A shoale of Red-herrings with bels bout their neckes, Which made such rare sport that I never saw such, They leaped and danced with other fine tricks, A man may admire how they could doe so much. Two Porposes parboild in May-dew and Roses, That unto the smell yeelded so much delight i Some (fearing to lose them) laid hold on their noses, All this was at Supper on Saturday night. Three dozen of Welsh Embassadors bakt, Which made such a nois it was heard through that town Some hearing the eccho their foreheads so akt, That many a smile was orecome with a frowne: A dish of Bonitoes, or Fish that can flie, That out of the Indies came hither by flight, To close by our stomacks, a Gridiron Pye We had to our Supper on Saturday night. But what commeth after must not be forgotten, The Fruit and the Cheese as they follow by course, A West-Indian Cheese (not a bit of it rotten, Thats made of no worse then the milke of a Horse) A dish of Pine-apples, two bushels at least, An hundred of Cokernuts for our delight. The world may admire at this wonderfull Feast, Which we had at Supper on Saturday night. Six Pumpians codled with exquisite Art, To pleasure the palate of every one there. Then we at the last had a great Cabbage Tart; Thus have I exactly described our Cheere: What all this amounted to, I cannot tell, It cost me just nothing, no faith not a mite, The Master oth Feast (whom I know very well) Did pay for this Supper on Saturday night.
Wee rose from our mirth with the 12-a-clock Chimes, Went every one home as his way did direct; And I for my part on the morning betimes, Had a Breakfast prepard, which I did not expect: My wife, because she was not bidden to Supper, (It seemes by the story) she bare me a spight: The Breakfast she gave me, to you I will utter, It passed our Supper on Saturday night. Sunday morning Breakfast. FIrst had I a dish of Maundering broath, So scalding hote that I could not abide it, But I like a patient man (though I was loath) Must swallow all down, cause my wife did provide it, A many small Reasons she put in the same, Her Nose yeelded Pepper that keenly did bite: Thought I heres a Breakfast, I thank my good dame, That passes our Supper on Saturday night. A great Carpe Pye, and a dish of sad Pouts, With Crocodile Vinegar, sawce very tart, Quoth she thou last night wast among thy sound trouts, Now fall to thy Breakfast, and comfort thy heart: Then had I a Cup full of stout Wormwood Beere, It seemes that in Physicke she has good insight, This shewd me the difference twixt the homely cheere And our dainty Supper on Saturday night. Munday Dinner. ON this sorry Fare all that day I did feed, And on Munday morning on purpose to win her, I went and got money to furnish her need, And now you shall heare what I had to my Dinner: A Pye made of Conies, with Ducks and Pigs eyes, With a deale of sweet Hony my taste to delight: With sweet Lambe and Chicken my mind to suffice, These passed my Supper on Saturday night. Another Pye made with a many Sheepes eyes, With sweet Sugar Candy that pleased my pallet, These severall Banquets my Muse did advise, And with her assistance I made this mad Ballet. Theres no man thats wise will my paines reprehend For most married men will confesse I say right; Yet on no occasion this Ditie was pend, But to shew our rare Supper on Saturday night.
FINIS. M.P. London, Printed by M.P. for Fr: Grove, neere the Sarazens head without Newgate.