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 For I'm as bold as bold can be,
 * No cobbler e'er was ruder

Then here, good fellow, here's to thee
 * Remember Harry Tudor.

When I'm at work within my ſtall,
 * Upon him I ſhall think:

His kindnefs I to mind will call
 * Whene'er I eat or drink.

His kindneſs was to me to great,
 * The like was never known;

His kindneſs I will ſtill repeat,
 * And ſo ſhall my wife Joan.

I'll laugh when I ſit in my ſtall,
 * And merrily I will ſing:

That I with my poor laſt and awl,
 * Am fellow with a king.

But it is more I muſt confeſs,
 * That I at firſt did know,

But Harry Tudor ne'ertheleſs,
 * Reſolv'd it ſhould be ſo.

And farewell unto Whitehall,
 * I homeward muſt retire,

To ſing and whiſtle in my ſtall,
 * My wife will me deſire.

I do but think how ſhe will laugh,
 * When ſhe hears of this thing,

How he who drink her nut brown ale
 * Was England's royal King.

OW the king conſidering the pleaſant humour of the cobbler, how innocently merry he was, and free from any deſigns: that he was a perſon that laboured very hard, and took a great deal of pains for a ſmall livelihood, was pleaſed, oto