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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
And tools on his back;
