farewell she gave ;

An hundred kisses then
For

my
Saying, Sweet Barnwel, when shall I

Again thy company have ?

Oftay not too long, my dear ;

Sweet George, have me in mind. Her words bewitch'd my childishness,

She uttered them so kind :

So that I made a vow,

Next Sunday without fail, With my sweet Sarah once again

To tell some pleasant tale.

When she heard me say so,

The tears fell from her eye';
O George, quoth she, if thou do'st fail,

Thy Sarah sure will die.

With that she turn'd her head,

And fickly thus did say,
Oh, my sweet George, my grief is great,

Ten pounds I have to pay

Young Barnwel here comes unto thee,

Sweet Sarah, my delight,
I am undone except thou stand

My faithful friend this night.

With that she knit and bent her brows,

And looking all aquoy,
Quoth she, what should I have to do

With any 'prentice boy?

And

And seeing you have purloin'd and got

Your masters goods aways
The case is bad, and therefor here

I mean thou shalt not stay.

Why, sweetheart, thou know'ft, he said,

That all which I did get,
I gave it, and did spend it all,

Upon thee every whit.