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⟨Yea⟩ over all the North country,
I make thee chief keeper.
I'll give thee thirteen-pence a day,
Said the queen, by me say,
Come fetch my payment when thou wilt,
No man shall say thee nay,
William, I make thee gentleman,
Of clothing and of fee,
Thy brethren of my bed chamber,
They are lovely to fee,
Your son, for he’s of tender age,
Of my cellarists shall be:
And when he comes to man’s estate,
Better prefer’d shall be.
And William bring your wife, said she,
I long full sore, to see;
She shall be chief gentlewoman,
To govern my nursery.
The yeoman thank’d them courteously,
To some bishop we’ll wand:
Of all the sins that we have done,
Be absolv'd off at his hand.
So forth be gone these good yeomen,
As fast as they could hie,
After came and liv’d with the king,
And dy’d good yeomen three.
Thus end the lives of these good men,
Send them eternal bliss;
And all that with hand-bow shooteth,
J. Neilson, printer.
