Yet I was never so hard bestead

As ye have found me here ;

A beggar with a clouted clock,

Of whom I fear’d no ill

Hath with his pyke-staff cla’d my back,

I fear ’twill never be well.

See, where he goes o’er yon hill,

With hat upon his head ;

If e’er ye lov’d your master well,

Go now revenge this deed ;