Methinks, said he, I seem to be
A beggar brave and stout.
For now I have a bag for my bread,
So I have another for corn ;
I have one for salt, and another for malt,
And one for my little horn.
And now I will a begging goe,
Some charitie for to find.
And if any more of Robin you’ll know,
In ‘the’ second part ’tis behind. {278}