Sayes John, If I must a begging go,
I will have a palmer’s weed,
With a staff and a coat, and bags of all sort,
The better then I may speed.
Come, give me now a bag for my bread,
And another for my cheese,
And one for a peny, when as I get any,
That nothing I may leese.
Now Little John he is a begging gone,
Seeking for some relief ;