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 ;