His home he leaves, and, far from gay, Towards the East he took his way. At length a farmer’s dwelling reaching, He enter’d it, for work beseeching. “What work canst do?” the farmer cried; “All kinds of work, Sir,” John replied. Then straight they for a year agree, Three pounds the wages were to be. And when the year to end had come The master paid him down the sum. “John,” said his master, “here’s your fee; But if you’ll it return to me, A point of wisdom I will teach you.” Said John: “Give it me, I beseech you.” “No, no, to give is not my way.” “Take it,” said John, “and say your say.” Quoth t’other: “This in memory hold: _Ne’er for the new road leave the old_.” They for another year agree, The wages just the same to be; And when the year its end had reached, The farmer forth the three pounds fetched. “John,” said his master, “here’s your fee, But if you’ll it return to me, A point of wisdom I will teach you.” “Give it me, Sir, I do beseech you.” “For nought I will not speak, not I.” “Well, take it then,” was John’s reply. Quoth t’other: “_Lodge not_, _for your life_, _With an old man who’s a young wife_.” For yet a year they then agree, The wages still the same to be. And when the year to end had roll’d, The three pounds out the master told. “John,” said the master, “here’s your fee; But if you’ll it return to me, I’ll the best point of wisdom learn you.” “For that, Sir, I’ll the wage return you.” The farmer said: “_Take this advice_, _Ere striking once_, _bethink thee twice_.” Now John would serve no longer there, Home to his wife he would repair. “Go not to-day,” the farmer spake, “To-morrow’s my wife’s day to bake; She shall for you prepare a cake Home to your faithful wife to take.” The nine pounds in the loaf they hid, And when John them adieu had bid, The farmer cried: “I pray thee carry This present home unto your deary; And as ye two there merry make, Then, and not till then, part the cake.” John turned him homeward from the door; And when he reach’d St. Eler’s Moor, He met three Tre-ryn merchants there Returning home from Exeter. “We’re glad to see thee, John,” they cried, “Where hast thou been this long, long tide?” Says John: “I’m just from service come, And to my wife am journeying home.” “O travel with us,” cried all three, “And very welcome shalt thou be.” Before them two roads they behold; They took the new, John kept the old. And as they passed by Keou Tshoy Un, When they had just lost sight of John, Thieves set upon them furiously, Whereat they raised a doleful cry, Which reaching John’s ears on his rout, “Murder!” and “Thieves!” he bellowed out. His clamour scared the robber train, Who from the merchants sped amain. And when they came to Market Jew They to their joy met John anew, And cried: “What thanks we owe thee, John! We had for certain, every one, Been ruined people, but for thee, Come with us, thou’lt most welcome be.”