| 1 | 0–51 | 511 | unassigned | | AS Gammer Gurton, with many a wide stitch Sat pesynge & patching of Hodge her man's briche By chance or misfor… |
| 2 | 52–95 | 495 | unassigned | | By my father's soul Hodge, if I should now be sworn I can not choose but say thy breech is foul be torn, But t… |
| 3 | 96–137 | 499 | unassigned | | I say Tib, if thou be Tib, as I trow sure thou be, What devil make ado is this, between our dame and thee. gog… |
| 4 | 138–179 | 491 | unassigned | | Might ha' kept it when ye had it, but fools will be fools still. Lose that is vast in your hands, ye need not … |
| 5 | 180–222 | 501 | unassigned | | Ich cannot get the candle light here is almost no fire. chil hold the a penny chil make that come if that ich … |
| 6 | 223–283 | 493 | unassigned | | Come down & help to seek here our needle that it were found down Tyb on the knees I say, down cock to the grou… |
| 7 | 284–328 | 494 | unassigned | | WEll done be gog's malt, well song and well said, Come on mother Chat as thou art true maid, One fresh pot of … |
| 8 | 329–388 | 495 | unassigned | | Tush tush, her needle, her needle, her needle man. ('tis neither flesh nor fish. A little thing with an hole i… |
| 9 | 389–450 | 500 | unassigned | | And shall ich be here safe from their claws: The master devil with his long paws Here to thee can not reach: N… |
| 10 | 451–495 | 497 | unassigned | | That cock is stolen. What was he fet out of the hens-rust? I can not tell where the devil he was kept, under k… |
| 11 | 496–536 | 479 | unassigned | | soft Diccon and drink, what Doll I say Bring here a cup of the best ale, let's see, come quickly a way. Ye see… |
| 12 | 537–579 | 500 | unassigned | | Now Iesus gammer gurton, what driveth you to this sadness I fear me by my conscience, you will sure fall to ma… |
| 13 | 580–626 | 502 | unassigned | | HEre will the sport begin, if these two once may meet. Their cheer durst lay money will prove scarcely sweet M… |
| 14 | 627–675 | 484 | unassigned | | New Iesus mercy hodg. did diccon in him bring: Nay gammer (hear me speak) chil tel you a greater thing, The de… |
| 15 | 676–720 | 498 | unassigned | | I trow drab I shall dress thee. Tarry thou knave I hold the a groat, I shall make these hands bless thee Take … |
| 16 | 721–767 | 496 | unassigned | | How now hodg? how does gammer, is yet the wether clear? What would chaveave me to do? Come hither Cocke anon: … |
| 17 | 768–809 | 486 | unassigned | | Where didst thou find him boy was he not where I told thea? Yes, yes even at hobfilchers house, by him that bo… |
| 18 | 810–864 | 532 | unassigned | | Bym say sir that ye shall, What matter soever here was done, ich can fell your mashly My Gammer gurton hear se… |
| 19 | 865–905 | 476 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.78 | Now gentle Diccon do so, and good sir let us trudge. By the mass I may not tarry so long to be your judge. Dys… |
| 20 | 906–949 | 488 | unassigned | | O christ that I were sure of it, in faith he should have his meed. watch well, for the knave will be there as … |
| 21 | 950–998 | 500 | T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds | 0.83 | I was within myself man even now, there is no doubt, Go softly, make no noise, give me your foot sir Iohn, Her… |
| 22 | 999–1048 | 509 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.80 | By my troth and well worthy, beside to kiss the stocks To come in on the back side, when ye might go about, I … |
| 23 | 1049–1095 | 512 | unassigned | | Alas sir, ask you that? Is it not made plain enough (by the own mouth of dame chat The time agreeth, my head i… |
| 24 | 1096–1138 | 490 | unassigned | | Alas sir, he'll be here anon, ha' be handled to bad. Master bailie, sir ye be not such a fool well I know, But… |
| 25 | 1139–1183 | 493 | unassigned | | Have I thy good old filth, or any such old sows? I am as true, I would thou knew, as skin between thy brows Ma… |
| 26 | 1184–1226 | 494 | unassigned | | ¶ Soft ier by the way, Ye know she could do little, and she cold not say nay. Yea but he that made one lie abo… |
| 27 | 1227–1270 | 491 | T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds | 0.82 | Cham meetly well sped already amongs, cham dressed like a colt And chad not had the better wit, chad been made… |
| 28 | 1271–1313 | 489 | unassigned | | It is a shame ich tell you plain, for such false knaves entreat He has almost undone us all, that is as true a… |
| 29 | 1314–1370 | 497 | unassigned | | Come on fellow Diccon chalbe even with thee now. Thou wilt not stick to do this Diccon I trow. No by my father… |