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In troth, said the Tinkler,
Its naping brpwn ale.
And for to drink with you
In troth I’ll not fail;
For altho’ that ycur jecket
Seems glorious and fine.
Yet I hope that my twopence
Is as good as thine.
And by myself laddie.
The truth you have spoke.
So the king and the Tinkler
Began for to joke:
He call’d for a Pitcher
The Tinkler another.
So at it they went
Like brother and brother.
While drinking, the King
Was pleased to say,
What news honest laddie
What news I do pray;
No news, said the Tinkler
No news I do bear,
But the King’s gone a hunting
His fair fallow Deer.
And Oh! if that I,
So happy might be.
While the King’s gone a hunting,
His Grace I might see;
