Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" What art thou," hee sayde, " thou fine fellowe ?
Of thee I am in great feare;                              *>
For the cloathes thou wearest upon thy backe
Might beseeme a lord to weare."
" I never stole them," quoth our king,
" I tell you, sir, by the roode;" " Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth, w • And standest in midds of thy goode."
" What tydinges heare you," sayd the kynge,
" As you ryde farre and neare ? " " I heare no tydinges, sir, by the masse,
But that cowe-hides are deare."                          eo
" Cowe-hides! cowe-hides 1 what things are those ?
I marvell what they bee ? " " What, art thou a foole ? " the tanner reply'd ;
" I carry one under mee."
" What craftsman art thou ? " sayd the king ; «
" I praye thee tell me trowe:" " I am a barker, sir, by my trade;
Nowe tell me what art thou ? "
" I am a poore courtier, sir," quoth he,
" That am forth of service worne ;                     70
56. i. e. hast no other wealth, but what thou carriest about thee.—Pekot.