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After another year he may,
far greater wages get.
We have a lusty lad you know,
who does our cattle keep,
The field be rambles too and fro,
then lies him down to sleep:
But there he shall no longer roam,
good wife, as God's my shield;
I'll send him other work at home,
and Jack shall trudge the field.
I give consent, she reply'd,
and if the fame you'll do,
Against his going I'll provide,
a bag and bottle too;
For she was highly pleas'd at this
joy fat on her brow;
Thought she I can my friar kiss,
while Jack's among the cows.
The 'Squire to his son did call,
and told him his intent;
He cry'd, with all my heart, I shall,
with joy and merriment.
For he was dutiful indeed.
Right willing to obey;
Next morning he arose with speed,
just by the break of day.
Thinking no living creature wrong,
to th' field he did repair,
Sitting and whistling all along,
heigh ho, away the mare,
⟨And⟩ past away the morning soon,
all in a pleasant mood;
And then lie sat himself down at noon,
to eat his homely food.
Then looking on his slender store,
of barley, bread, and meat
And finding that it was but poor,
he had no mind to eat.
