And fairly, each fish day, have lamprey and lax.[61]
If I go to the market, I lose, at the most,
Though I sell my bill[62] and my big axe.
I may place my pledge well if I will,
Or sell my corn when it's green as the grass;
Yet I am a foul churl, though they have their fill;
What I've saved all the year I must spend at this pass.
Needs must I spend what I've saved from of yore,
Against the coming of catchpoles I must take care;
The master beadle comes in like a brutish boar