John nipped the dumb, and made him to rore,
And the blind ‘he made to’ [321] see ;
And he that a cripple had been seven years,
He made run then faster than he. {283}
And flinging them all against the wall,
With many a sturdie bang,
It made John sing, to hear the gold ring,
Which again the walls cryed twang.
Then he got out of the beggers cloak,
Three hundred pound in gold,