And then in heart he did rejoice,
And clap’d his lusty tree.
He thought if he had done them wrong,
In mealing of their cloaths,[267]
For to strike off the meal again
With his pyke-staff he goes.
E’er any of them could red their een,
Or a glimmring might see,
Ilke one of them a dozen had,
Well laid on with his tree.