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as he had done before, when he mended the heel of his hoe.
This kind ſpeech of the King's, and three or four glaſſes of wine, made the cobler to be in as good humour is he was before, telling the King ſeveral of his pretty lories, and ſinging ſome of his beſt ſongs, very much to he ſatisfaction of the King and all his nobles.
THE COBLER's SONG IN THE KING's CELLAR.
Come let us drink the other pot,
Our ſorrows to confound;
We'll laugh and ſing before the King,
So let his health go round:
For I am a hold as bold can be,
No cobler e'er was ruder;
Then here, good fellow, here's to thee,
Rememb'ring Harry Tudor.
When I'm at work within my ſtall
Upon him I ſhall think;
His kindneſs I to mind all call,
Whene'er I eat or drink:
His kindneſs was to me is great,
And ſo ſhall my wife Joan.
I'll laugh when I fit in my ſtall,
And merrily will ſing,
That I, with poor laſt and awl,
Am fellow to the King,
And it is more, I muſt confeſs,
Than I at firſt did know;
But Harry Tudor, ne'ertheleſs,
Reſolves it ſhall be ſo.
And now farewell unto Whitehall,
I homeward muſt retire,
To ſing and while in my ſtall,
My Joan will me deſire
