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morning, at which time the awakened him with a thunder clap. Thou drunken ſwine, and whimſical woodcock, it not time to riſe? is this the courſe of life you intend to lend?-At which words the poor cobler awakned; and that he might get out of the hearing of this norning lecture, he jumps out of bed, puts on his clothes nd his conſidering cap, and so paſſed a way to his ſtall, where he fell to work upon his ſhoes and boots, as fierce fury, and as blythe a bird in the returning ſpring. leading his fancy with a ſong (of his own making), as follows:
THE COBLER's SONG IN HIS STALL:
Tho now I fit within my ſtall,
Old ſhoes and ſlippers mending,
I to the court ſhall have a call,
There is my hope depending
I do not value truly Joan,
Tho' once in tears I woo'd her;
I have the favour in well known,
Of honeſt Harry Tudor.
He gave me forty merks in gold,
Which is a deal of treaſure:
Beſides all this there is no far
of having courtly pleaſure
I wiſh old Joan ſhe would die,
Tho' once in tear, I woo'd her,
I'd go to court, and the live by
My honeſt Harry Tudor.
Now whilſt the cobler was making himſelf merry with singing his new made ſong. Joan ſuddenly chopped upon him, and hearing him mention the name of Tudor, salutes him in this manner;
Out you drunken ſcoundrel, what are you going to during it again? I thought you had got enough
