_Another Jest of old Mother Winter, and her Son Tom._
Upon a time mother Winter sent her son Tom into the market, to buy
her a penny worth of soap and gave him twelve-pence, and charged him
to bring it home safe. Tom told her it should be so; and to that end
it should be safe brought home, according to his mother's charge, he
goes and buys one penny-worth of soap, and hired two men with a hand
barrow to carry the soap, and four men with brown bills to guard it
along to her, giving them the eleven-pence for their pains, which made
his mother in great fury, go to the mayor of the town, who committed
him to prison: Now, the prison window joining close to the mayor's
chamber window, Tom, and some other merry prisoners like himself,
getting a cup of good liquor in their heads, began to sing and roar and
domoneer, insomuch that the mayor heard them that night, and charged
them they should leave off drinking and singing of bawdy songs, and
sing good psalms. Tom told him, That he should hear that he would amend
his life, if he would pardon his fault. The mayor said that for their
misdemeaners, they should be that night in prison, and upon amendment,
being neighbours, he would release them in the morning. They thanked
the mayor, and Tom Tram prevailed so far with a friend of his that
he borrowed three shillings; which three shillings he spent upon his
fellow prisoners, which made the poor men be ruled by him, and do what
he enjoined them to do; so when the mayor was gone to bed, the prison
window, as before observed, being close to the chamber window, they
begun to sing psalms so loud, that the mayor could take no rest; which
made him cause one of his servants to bid them leave off singing. Tom
Tram said, That it was the mayor's good counsel that they should sing
psalms, and sing they would, as long as they lived there. Which made
the mayor bid the jailor turn them out of prison, without paying their
fees.