Old Song

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

I'd just as soon a beggar as king,
And the reason I'll tell you for why;
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I'd just as soon a beggar as king,
And the reason I'll tell you for why;
A king cannot swagger, not drink like a beggar,
Nor be half so happy as I.
. . . .
Let the back and side go bare.

In good King Charles's golden days
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
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In good King Charles's golden days
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
And so I got preferment.

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.