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 ;