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Was forc'd to dance and trump about,
like any thunder crack;
Which vex'd his mother to the heart,
and the old Fryar too;
But Jack had play'd a second part,
such lads there are but few.
Jack's father sent him forth again,
once more to keep his sheep,
When passing through a narrow lane,
he did the Hermit meet,
Who gave him the enchanted bow,
the pipe and trumpet strains,
To whom he made a conjee low,
and thank'd him for his pains,
O loving father, he reply'd,
right happy may you be,
Because I am well satisfy'd,
you were a friend to me.
The very gifts which I receiv'd
from your good aged hand,
Have oftentimes the Fryar griev'd,
I have him at command.
The aged Hermit then reply'd,
give me some drink I pray.
Out of the bottle by your side,
I have not drank to day.
Take it, said he, with all my heart,
and further if you please,
You shall sit down and take a part
of my poor bread and cheese;
I pray you do not spare to eat
of such as you now see,
Yet if I had the best of meat,
right welcome should you be.
The Hermit eat and drank his fill;
and when he thus had done,
For Jack's free heart and his good will,
he said, my loving son,
