When others cast in their baited hooks,
The bare line into the sea cast he.
"It will be long," said the master then,
"Ere this great lubber do thrive on the sea;
I'le assure you he shall have no part of our fish,
For in truth he is no part worthy."
"O, woe is me!" said Simon then,
"This day that ever I came here;
I wish I were in Plompton parke,
In chasing of the fallow deere.