25 ‘Doe thou me off thy veluett hat, W_i_th fether in _tha_t is soe ffine; All vnto thy silken shirt, _Tha_t’s wrought with many a golden seam.’ 26 The child before him naked stood, W_i_th skin as white as lilly flower; For [t]his worthy lords bewtie He might haue beene a ladye’s paramoure. 27 He put vpon him a lether cote, And breeches of the same beneath the knee, And sent that bony child him froe, Service for to craue, truly. 28 He pulld then forth a naked sword _Tha_t hange full low then by his side; ‘Turne thy name, thou villaine,’ he said, ‘Or else this sword shall be thy guide.’ 29 ‘What must be my name, worthy steward? I pray thee now tell it me:’ ‘Thy name shalbe Pore Disaware, To tend sheepe on a lonelye lee.’ 30 The bonny child he went him froe, And looked to himselfe, truly; Saw his apparrell soe simple vppon; O Lo_rd_! he weeped tenderlye. 31 Vnto a shepard’s house _tha_t childe did goe, And said, S_i_r, God you saue and see! Doe you not want a servant-boy, To tend yo_u_r sheepe on a lonelie lee? 32 ‘Where was thou borne?’ the shepard said, ‘Where, my boy, or in what country?’ ‘S_i_r,’ he said, ‘I was borne in fayre Scottland, _Tha_t is soe farr beyond the sea.’ 33 ‘I haue noe child,’ the shepard sayd; ‘My boy, thoust tarry and dwell w_i_th mee; My liuinge,’ he sayd, ‘and all my goods, I’le make thee heire [of] after mee.’ 34 And then bespake the shepard’s wife, To the Lo_rd_ of Learne thus did she say; ‘Goe thy way to our sheepe,’ she said, ‘And tend them well both night and day.’ 35 It was a sore office, O Lo_rd_, for him _Tha_t was a lord borne of a great degree! As he was tending his sheepe alone, Neither sport nor play cold hee. 36 Let vs leaue talking of the Lo_rd_ of Learne, And let all such talking goe; Let vs talke more of the false steward, That caused the child all this woe. 37 He sold this Lo_rd_ of Learne’s his clothes For fiue hundred pound to his pay [there], And bought himselfe a suite of apparrell Might well beseeme a lo_rd_ to weare. 38 When he _tha_t gorgeous apparrell bought, That did soe finelie his body vppon, He laughed the bony child to scorne _Tha_t was the bonny Lo_rd_ of Learne. 39 He laughed _tha_t bonny boy to scorne; Lo_rd_! pitty it was to heare; I haue herd them say, and soe haue you too, _Tha_t a man may buy gold to deere. 40 When _tha_t he had all _tha_t gorgeous apparrell, _Tha_t did soe finelie his body vpon, He went a woing to the Duke’s daughter of France, And called himselfe the Lo_rd_ of Learne.