When he with sighs these words had spoke, Jumped off, and down the gibbet broke; In falling, as it plain appears, Dropped down about this young man’s ears, In shining gold, a thousand pound! Which made the blood his ears surround: Though in amaze, he cried, ‘I’m sure This golden salve the sore will cure! ‘Blessed be my father, then,’ he cried, ‘Who did this part for me so hide; And while I do alive remain, I never will get drunk again.’ PART III. Now, by the third part you will hear, This young man, as it doth appear, With care he then secured his chink, And to the vintner’s went to drink. When the proud vintner did him see, He frowned on him immediately, And said, ‘Begone! or else with speed, I’ll kick thee out of doors, indeed.’ Smiling, the young man he did say, ‘Thou cruel knave! tell me, I pray, As I have here consumed my store, How durst thee kick me out of door? ‘To me thou hast been too severe; The deeds of eightscore pounds a-year, I pawned them for three hundred pounds, That I spent here;—what makes such frowns?’ The vintner said unto him, ‘Sirrah! Bring me one hundred pounds to-morrow By nine o’clock,—take them again; So get you out of doors till then.’ He answered, ‘If this chink I bring, I fear thou wilt do no such thing. He said, ‘I’ll give under my hand, A note, that I to this will stand.’ Having the note, away he goes, And straightway went to one of those That made him drink when moneyless, And did the truth to him confess. They both went to this heap of gold, And in a bag he fairly told A thousand pounds, ill yellow-boys, And to the tavern went their ways. This bag they on the table set, Making the vintner for to fret; He said, ‘Young man! this will not do, For I was but in jest with you.’ So then bespoke the young man’s friend: ‘Vintner! thou mayest sure depend, In law this note it will you cast, And he must have his land at last.’ This made the vintner to comply,— He fetched the deeds immediately; He had one hundred pounds, and then The young man got his deeds again. At length the vintner ’gan to think How he was fooled out of his chink; Said, ‘When ’tis found how I came off, My neighbours will me game and scoff.’ So to prevent their noise and clatter The vintner he, to mend the matter, In two days after, it doth appear, Did cut his throat from ear to ear. Thus he untimely left the world, That to this young man proved a churl. Now he who followed drunkenness, Lives sober, and doth lands possess. Instead of wasting of his store, As formerly, resolves no more To act the same, but does indeed Relieve all those that are in need.