55 'My maidens all,' the lady said,
'That ever wait on me this day,
Now let us all kneel down,
And for Tommy Pots let us all pray.
56 'If it be his fortune the better to win,
As I trust to God in Trinity,
I'le make him the flower of all his kin,
For the young Lord Arundel he shall be.'
57 When Tom Pots came home again,
To try for his love he had but a week;
For sorrow, God wot, he need not care,
For four days that he fel sick.
58 With that his master to him came,
Says, Pray thee, Tom Pots, tell me if tho doubt
Whether thou hast gotten thy gay lady,
Or thou must go thy love without.
59 'O master, yet it is unknown;
Within these two days well try'd it must be;
He is a lord, I am but a serving-man,
I fear I shall lose her with poverty.'
60 'I prethee, Tom Pots, get thee on thy feet;
My former promises kept shall be;
As I am a lord in Scotland fair,
Thou'st never lose her with poverty.
61 'For thou'st have the half of my lands a year,
And that will raise thee many a pound;
Before thou shalt out-braved be,
Thou shalt drop angels with him on the ground.'
62 'I thank you, master,' said Tommy Pots,
'Yet there is one thing of you I would fain;
If that I lose my lady sweet,
How I'st restore your goods again?'
63 'If that thou win the lady sweet,
Thou mayst well forth, thou shalt pay me;
If thou loosest thy lady, thou losest enough;
Thou shalt not pay me one penny.'
64 'You have thirty horses in one close,
You keep them all both frank and free;
Amongst them all there's an old white horse
This day would set my lady free.