CHAPTER II.
JACK.
“As I lay a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge,
Merrie sang the birde as she sat upon the spraye!
There came a noble knyghte,
With his hauberke shynynge brighte,
And his gallant heart was lyghte,
Free and gaye;
As I lay a-thynkynge, he rode upon his waye.”
Ingoldsby.