To drink it was no sin.
But ale and wine they drank so fast,
That the tinker hee forgot
What thing he was about to do ;
It fell so to his lot,
That, while the tinker fell asleep,
‘Robin’ made haste[294] away,
And left the tinker in the lurch,
For the great shot to pay. {193}
But when the tinker wakenèd,