Come away, Jack Drummer, come away all, 1191and me will tell you what me will do. 1192Me will tro one chance on the dice, 1193who shall have the king of England and his lords.

Come away, Jack Drummer, 1195and tro your chance, and lay down your drum.

Oh, the brave apparel that the Englishmans 1198hay broth over! I will tell you what 1199me ha' done, me ha' provided a hundreth trunks, 1200and all to put the fine 'parel of the Englishmans in.

What do thou mean by "trunk," eh?

A shest, man, a hundred shests.

Awee, awee, awee. Me will tell you what, 1204me ha' put five shildren out of my house, 1205and all too little to put the fine apparel of the 1206Englishmans in.

Oh, the brave, the brave apparel that we shall 1208have anon. But come, and you shall see what me will tro 1209at the king's Drummer and Fife.

13.81210Ha, me ha' no good luck! Tro you.

Faith, me will tro at the earl of Northumberland 1212and my lord of Willoughby, with his great horse, 1213snorting, farting â€"- oh, brave horse!

Ha, by'r Lady you ha' reasonable good luck. 1215Now I will tro at the king himself.

13.111216Ha, me have no good luck.

How now, what make you here, 1219so far from the camp?

Shall me tell our captain what we have done here?

Awee, awee.

I will tell you what we have done. 1224We have been troing our shance on the dice, 1225but none can win the king.

I think so. Why, he is left behind for me, 1227and I have set three or four chair-makers a-work 1228to make a new disguised chair to set that womanly 1229king of England in, that all the people may laugh 1230and scoff at him.

O brave captain!

I am glad, and yet with a kind of pity, 1233to see the poor king. 1234Why, whoever saw a more flourishing army in France 1235in one day than here is? Are not here all the peers of 1236France? Are not here the Normans with their fiery hand1237guns and slaunching curtle-axes? 1238Are not here the Barbarians with their bard horses 1239and launching spears? 1240Are not here Pickards with their cross-bows and piercing 1241darts? 1242The Hainuyers with their cutting glaives and sharp 1243carbuncles? 1244Are not here the lance-knights of Burgundy? 1245And on the other side, a sight of poor English scabs? 1246Why, take an Englishman out of his warm bed 1247and his stale drink but one month 1248and, alas, what will become of him? 1249But give the Frenchman a radish root 1250and he will live with it all the days of his life.

Oh, the brave apparel that we shall have of the 1253Englishmans!