KING AND THE COBLER: 11 For I'm a bold as bold can be No cobler e'er was ruder, Then here, good fellow, here's to the Remember Harry Tudor. When I'm at work within my fall, Upon him I fall think : His kindneſs I to mind will call When'er I eat or drink. His kindneſs was to be ſo great, The like was never known; His kindneſs I will ſtill repeat, And ſo ſhall my wife Joan. I'll laugh when I fit in my fall, And merrily I will ſing: That I with my poor laſt and awl As fellow with a king, But it is more I muſt confeſſ, Then I at firſt did know, But Harry Tudor ne'ert heleſſ, Reſolve'd it ſhould be ſo And farewel unto Whitehall, I homeward muſt retire, To ſing and whittle in my ſtall, My wife will be deſire. I do but think how the will laugh. Ween ſhe hears of this thing, Blow he who drank her nut-brown ale Was England's royal King CHAP VI, How the Cobler became Courier. NW clicking conſidering the pleaſant humour of the cobier, how innocently mere he was, and free from any deſignſ: that he was a per ſon that laboured very hard and took a gretical of pains for a ſmall livelihood, was plonſed, out
