With Fortune the clothier he goes.
To honest Tom Fawdon’s the fuller,
The rattle-brain’d roisters both went,
Tho’ they made the gelding their colour,
Another thing was their intent.
Tom Fawdon soon knew what they wanted,
And straightway the table was set,
With bread, butter and cheese it was planted,
And good ale, as well as good meat;
Their grace took but little inditing,