22 When I'm at work within my stall,
Upon him I shall think;
His kindness I to mind will call,
Whene’er I eat or drink.
His kindness was to me so great,
The like was never known,
His kindness I shall still repeat,
And so shall my wife Joan.
I’ll laugh when I sit in my stall,
And merrily, will sing,
That I with my poor last and awl,
Am fellow with the king:
But it is more, I must confess,
Than I at first did know;
But Harry Tudor ne'ertheless,
Resolves st shall be so.
And now farewell unto Whitehall,
I homeward must retire,
To sing and whistle in my stall,
My Soan will me desire.
I do but think how she will laugh,
When she hears of this thing,
That who drank her nut-brown ale,
Was England's royal King.
