"See that some truce with him thou take,
And appoint a place of liberty;
Let him provide him as well as he can,175
As well provided thou shalt be."
But when he came to Guildford-green,
And there had walkt a little aside,
There he was ware of Lord Phenix come,
And Lady Rosamond his bride.180
Away by the bride then Tommy Pots went,
But never a word to her he did say,
Till he the Lord Phenix came before;
He gave him the right time of the day.
"O welcome, welcome, thou Tommy Pots,185
Thou serving-man of low degree;
How doth thy lord and master at home,
And all the ladies in that country?"
"My lord and master is in good health,
I trust since that I did him see;190
Will you walk with me to an out-side,
Two or three words to talk with me?
"You are a noble man," said Tom,
"And born a lord in Scotland free;
You may have ladies enough at home,195
And never take my love from me."
"Away, away, thou Tommy Pots;
Thou serving-man, stand thou aside;
It is not a serving-man this day,
That can hinder me of my bride."200
"If I be a serving-man," said Tom,
"And you a lord of high degree,
A spear or two with you I'le run,
Before I'le lose her cowardly.
"Appoint a place, I will thee meet,205
Appoint a place of liberty;
For there I'le lose my life so sweet,
Or else my lady I'le set free."