13 She cal’d the steward to an account, A thousand pound she gave him anon; Sayes, Good Sir Steward, be as good to my child, When he is far from home. 14 ‘If I be fals unto my young lord, Then God be [the] like to me indeed!’ And now to France they both are gone, And God be their good speed. 15 They had not been in France land Not three weeks unto an end, But meat and drink the child got none, Nor mony in purse to spend. 16 The child ran to the river’s side; He was fain to drink water then; And after followed the fals steward, To put the child therein. 17 ‘But nay, marry!’ said the child, He asked mercy pittifully, ‘Good steward, let me have my life, What ere betide my body.’ 18 ‘Now put off thy fair cloathing And give it me anon; So put thee of thy s’lken shirt, With many a golden seam.’ 19 But when the child was stript naked, His body white as the lilly-flower, He might have bin seen for his body A prince’s paramour. 20 He put him in an old kelter coat And hose of the same above the knee, He bid him go to the shepherd’s house, To keep sheep on a lonely lee. 21 The child did say, What shall be my name? Good steward, tell to me; ‘Thy name shall be Poor Disawear, That thy name shall be.’ 22 The child came to the shepheard’s house And asked mercy pittifully; Sayes, Good sir shepheard, take me in, To keep sheep on a lonely lee. 23 But when the shepheard saw the child, He was so pleasant in his eye, ‘I have no child, I’le make thee my heir, Thou shalt have my goods, perdie.’ 24 And then bespake the shepheard’s wife, Unto the child so tenderly; ‘Thou must take the sheep and go to the field, And keep them on a lonely lee.’ 25 Now let us leave talk of the child, That is keeping sheep on a lonely lee, And we’l talk more of the fals steward, And of his fals treachery. 26 He bought himself three suits of apparrell, That any lord might a seem[d] to worn, He went a wooing to the Duke’s daughter, And cal’d himself the Lord of Lorn. 27 The duke he welcomed the yong lord With three baked stags anon; If he had wist him the fals steward, To the devill he would have gone. 28 But when they were at supper set, With dainty delicates that was there, The d[uke] said, If thou wilt wed my daughter, I’le give thee a thousand pound a year. 29 The lady would see the red buck run, And also for to hunt the doe, And with a hundred lusty men The lady did a hunting go. 30 The lady is a hunting gon, Over le and fell that is so high; There was she ware of a shepherd’s boy, With sheep on a lonely lee.