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Come rise up Sir John,
I’ll honour you here.
I’ll make a Knight
Of three hundred a-year.
And was not this good news
For the Tinkler indeed,
And then to the court
He was sent for with speed;
Where store of great pleasure
And pastimes are seen,
In the Royal Presence
Of our King and Queen.
TOM AND POLLY.
AS Tom and Cupid went astray,
For to pass the time away,
Tom he thought himself quite happy,
While he walk’d the new moon hay:
By the brink of a chrystal river,
Joining to a shady grove;
Cupid being a cunning master,
Pierc’d him with the dart of love.
