But it’s no wonder if you sing
Such songs of me, who am no King,
When every blew-cap swears
Hee’l not obey King James his Barn,
That huggs a Bishop under’s Arme,
And hangs them in his ears.
Had I been of your Covenant,
You’d call me th’ son of John of Gaunt,
And give me t’ great renown;
But now I am John [f]or the King,