To thy knees, a suppliant clinging, I pray for a draught from thy bowl.
IMITATION OF RICHEPIN’S
BALLADE OF THE BEGGARS’ KING
Hey, come to me, you slipshod race,
Picklocks and squealing bagpipe crew,
Come, strumpet, knave and monkey-face,
Come loafers, I’m the lad for you!
Come ragged cloak and tattered shoe,
Your wild, hot liberty I sing,