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 22 When I'm at work within my stall, Upon him I shall think; His kindness I to mind will call, Whene’er I eat or drink. His kindness was to me so great, The like was never known, His kindness I shall still repeat, And so shall my wife Joan.

I’ll laugh when I sit in my stall, And merrily, will sing, That I with my poor last and awl, Am fellow with the king: But it is more, I must confess, Than I at first did know; But Harry Tudor ne'ertheless, Resolves st shall be so.

And now farewell unto Whitehall, I homeward must retire, To sing and whistle in my stall, My Soan will me desire. I do but think how she will laugh, When she hears of this thing, That who drank her nut-brown ale, Was England's royal King.