From which Tom Thumbe got loose at last
And home return'd againe:
Where he from following dangers long
In safety did remaine.
Now after this, in sowing time,
His father would him have
Into the field to drive his plow,
And thereupon him gave
A whip made of a barly straw
To drive the cattle on:
Where, in a furrow'd land new sowne,
Poore Tom was lost and gon.
Now by a raven of great strength
Away he thence was borne,
And carried in the carrions beake
Even like a graine of corne,
Unto a giants castle top,
In which he let him fall,
Where soone the giant swallowed up
His body, cloathes and all.
But in his stomach did Tom Thumbe
So great a rumbling make,
That neither day nor night he could
The smallest quiet take,
Untill the giant had him spewd
Three miles into the sea,
Whereas a fish soone tooke him up
And bore him thence away.
Which lusty fish was after caught
And to king Arthur sent,
Where Tom was found, and made his dwarfe,
Whereas his dayes he spent
Long time in lively jollity,
Belov'd of all the court,
And none like Tom was then esteem'd
Among the noble sort.
Amongst his deedes of courtship done,
His highnesse did command,
That he should dance a galliard brave
Upon his queenes left hand.