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For I'm as bold as bold can be,
No cobbler e'er was ruder
Then here, good fellow, here's to thee
Remember Harry Tudor.
When I'm at work within my ſtall,
Upon him I ſhall think:
His kindnefs I to mind will call
Whene'er I eat or drink.
His kindneſs was to me to great,
The like was never known;
His kindneſs I will ſtill repeat,
And ſo ſhall my wife Joan.
I'll laugh when I ſit in my ſtall,
And merrily I will ſing:
That I with my poor laſt and awl,
Am fellow with a king.
But it is more I muſt confeſs,
That I at firſt did know,
But Harry Tudor ne'ertheleſs,
Reſolv'd it ſhould be ſo.
And farewell unto Whitehall,
I homeward muſt retire,
To ſing and whiſtle in my ſtall,
My wife will me deſire.
I do but think how ſhe will laugh,
When ſhe hears of this thing,
How he who drink her nut brown ale
Was England's royal King.
CHAP. VI.
How the Cobbler became a Courtier.
NOW the king conſidering the pleaſant humour of the cobbler, how innocently merry he was, and free from any deſigns: that he was a perſon that laboured very hard, and took a great deal of pains for a ſmall livelihood, was pleaſed, oto
