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2 go Songs Comftleat,
Thus coasting through Somersetshire,
Near Newton Court he met
A Shepherd Swain of lusty Limb,
That up and down did jet.
He wore a Bonnet of good Grey,
Close buttoned to his Chin ;
And at his Back a leather Scrip,
With much good Meat therein.
God speed, good Shepherd, quoth the King,
I come to be thy Guest ;
To taste of thy good Victuals here,
And drink that's of the best.
Thy Scrip I know, hath Cheer good store,
What then the Shepherd said ?
Thou seem'st to be some sturdy Thief,
And mak'st me sore afraid.
Yet if thou wilt thy Dinner win,
The Sword and Buckler take ;
And if thou canst into my Scrip,
Therewith an entrance make.
I, tell thee, Roister, it hath store
Of Beef, and Bacon fat ;
With sheafs of Barly-bread to make
Thy Mouth to water at.
Here stands my Bottle, here my Bag,
If thou canst win them Roister ;
Against the Sword and Buckler here,
My Sheep-hook is my Master.
Benedicit now, quoth our good King,
It never shall be said ;
That Alfred of the Shepherd's Hook,
Will stand a whit afraid.
So