Another might have sat and cried,
But Edward, no. “Whate’er betide,
If work is to be had,
I’ll take,” thought he, “what Fortune brings
And live in hopes of better things.”
A farmhouse stood not far away,
So first there Edward tried,
And was engaged to herd by day
And night the farmer’s sheep, which stray,
Whene’er they can, and hide.