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Come let us drink the other pot,

Our sorrows to confound;

We'll laugh and sing before the king,

So let his health go round.

For I am as bold as bold can be

No cobbler e'er was ruder;

Then here, good fellow, here's to thee,

(Remembering Harry Tudor.)

When I'm at work within my stall,

Upon him I will 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 it shall be so.

And now farewell unto Whitehall,

I homeward must retire;

To sing and whistle in my stall,

My Joan will me desire.

I do but think how she shall laugh,

When she hears of this thing,

That he that drank her nut-brown ale,

Was England's Royal King.