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176 THE FAMOUS FLOWER OF SERVING-MEN';
With a silver rapier by my side,
So like a gallant I did ride; so
The thing that I delighted on,
It was to be a serving-man.
Thus in my sumptuous man's array
I bravely rode along the way ;
And at the last it chanced so, ss
That I to the king's court did go.
Then to the king I bow'd full low,
My love and duty for to show;
And so much favour I did crave,
That I a serving-man's place might have. «
" Stand up, brave youth," the king replied, " Thy service shall not be denied ; But tell me first what thou canst do; Thou shalt be fitted thereunto.
" Wilt thou be usher of my hall, «
To wait upon my nobles all ?
Or wilt thou be taster of my wine,
To wait on me when I do dine ?
" Or wilt thou be my chamberlain,
To make my bed both soft and fine ? »
Or wilt thou be one of my guard ?
And I will give thee thy reward."