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For I’ve travelld the country
And land many ways,
Yet, I never saw a King
In all my whole days.
Oh! then, said the King,
If you can but ride,
It's here in the ale-house
We’ll not long abide;
You’ll get up behind me
And you I will bring
Into the Royal Presence
of Jamie your King.
But, perhaps, said the Tinkler,
they'll be so grandly drest,
That I'll not know the king
Among all the rest:
They will but I tell you,
When you come there.
The king he'll be covered
And the Nobles all bare.
Then up got the Tinkler,
And hosted the black,
With his Budgets of leather