Let's leave talking of this lady fair, In prayers full good where she may be; 130 Now let us talk of Tommy Pots; To his lord and master for aid went he. But when he came Lord Jockey before, He kneeled lowly on his knee; "What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots, 135 Thou art so full of courtesie? "What tydings, what tydings, thou Tommy Pots, Thou art so full of courtesie? Thou hast slain some of thy fellows fair, Or wrought to me some villany." 140 "I have slain none of my fellows fair, Nor wrought to you no villany, But I have a love in Scotland fair, And I fear I shall lose her with poverty. "If you'l not believe me by word of mouth, 145 But read this letter, and you shall see, Here by all these suspitious words That she her own self hath sent to me." But when he had read the letter fair, Of all the suspitious words in it might be, 150 "O Tommy Pots, take thou no care, Thou'st never lose her with poverty. "For thou'st have forty pounds a week, In gold and silver thou shalt row, And Harvy town I will give thee, 155 As long as thou intend'st to wooe. "Thou'st have forty of thy fellows fair, And forty horses to go with thee, Forty of the best spears I have, And I myself in thy company." 160 "I thank you, master," said Tommy Pots, "That proffer is too good for me; But, if Jesus Christ stand on my side, My own hands shall set her free. "God be with you, master," said Tommy Pots, 165 "Now Jesus Christ you save and see; If ever I come alive again, Staid the wedding it shall be." "O God be your speed, thou Tommy Pots, Thou art well proved for a man; 170 See never a drop of blood thou spil, Nor yonder gentleman confound. "See that some truce with him thou take, And appoint a place of liberty; Let him provide him as well as he can, 175 As well provided thou shalt be." But when he came to Guildford-green, And there had walkt a little aside, There he was ware of Lord Phenix come, And Lady Rosamond his bride. 180 Away by the bride then Tommy Pots went, But never a word to her he did say, Till he the Lord Phenix came before; He gave him the right time of the day. "O welcome, welcome, thou Tommy Pots, 185 Thou serving-man of low degree; How doth thy lord and master at home, And all the ladies in that country?"