to make you large Indentures,
When as he reeleth home at night,
upon the watch he ventures:
He cares not for the Candle light
that shineth in the horne,
Yet he will stumble the way aright,
this little Barly-Corne.
Twill make a Miser prodigall,
and shew himselfe kind hearted
Twill make him never grieve at all,