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 Yet nevertheleſs your true Keeper I'll be,

'Cauſe I was ne'er bred to the army nor ſea.

With that the King laugh'd, till his ſides he did hold,

And threw him down fiftybright guineas of gold

And bid him haſte to the Kenſington-Court,

Where of this true jeſt he would make ſome ſport.

And when you come thare, ſee you aſk for long Jack,

Who wears a pageant of gold at his back,

And a great fazon of gold at his right ſleeve,

For he's a true man, you may him believe.

He's one of my porters, that ſtands at my gate,

To let in my Nobles, both early and late;

And therefore good fellow, come up without fear,

I'll make thee my ranger of parks far and near.





As I gaed down the water-ſide,

There I met my ſhepherd lad,

He row’d me ſweetly in his plaid,

And he ca’d me his dearie O.

Caw the ewes to the krowes,

Caw them where the heather grows,

Caw them where the burnie rows,

My bonny dearie O.