Though small I am, I fear no work,
If you will give me employ.
For to plow, &c.
One favor yet I ask, If you can not me employ,
That is to shelter me this one night
From the cold winter’s blast;
At the break of day, I will trudge away,
Elsewhere to seek employ,
For to plow, &c.
The farmer says, “We will try the lad,