He that will a good house keep,
Must oft times break a sleep,
My lief dear child.
If it betide, daughter, thy friend from thee fall,
And God send thee children that for bread will call,
And thou have mickle need, help little or none,
Thou must then care and spare, hard as the stone—
For evil that may betide,
A man before should dread,
My lief dear child.”