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}