My lord and master is in good health,

I trust since that I did him see; Will walk with me to an out-side, you Two or three words to talk with me?

You are a noble man, said Tom,

And born a lord in Scotland free,
You may have ladies enough at home,
And never take my love from me.
Away, away, thou Tommy Pots,
Thou serving-man stand thou aside;
It is not a serving-man this day,
That can hinder me of my bride.

If I be a serving-man, said Tom,
And you a lord of high degree,
A spear or two with you I'le run,
Before I'le lose her cowardly.
Appoint a place, I will thee meet,
Appoint a place of liberty,
For there I'le lose my life so sweet,
Or else my lady I'le set free.

On Guildford-green I will thee meet,

For thou'st have the half of my lands a year, And that will raise thee many a pound, Before thou shalt out-braved be,

Thou shalt drop angels with him on the ground.

I thank you, master, said Tommy Pots, 245 Yet there is one thing of you I would fain, If that I lose my lady sweet,

How I'st restore your goods again?

If that thou win the lady sweet,

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As I am a man, said Tommy Pots,

I'le have as few in my company.

And thus staid the marriage was,

That is an old horse with a cut tail,

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Full sixteen years of age is he;

And in her heart she was full fain.

My maidens all, the lady said,

That ever wait on me this day,

Now let us all kneel down,

That's a foolish opinion, his master said,

And a foolish opinion thou tak'st to thee;