A Song Called Landlord and Tennant.
Landlord.
A story, it is true, be it known unto you,
I have lately fallen Heir to some Land;
Some little time ago, I was very poor and low,
But have all Things now at command.
With my Hawk, and my Hound, and my Gelding for to ride,
My Servants to wait, and run by my side,
Which is the biggest pleasure fortune can provide,
I have rents coming in twice a year.
Tennant.
I am a Man, behold, that has got great store of Gold,
And your Tennant I am willing to be,
If you'll let me your Land, Sir, I'll take it, here's my Hand, Sir,
And a Farmer I'll venture to be.
And all that doth against the Land befall,
Taxes and Town Charges, you shall pay them all,
And all other repairs, whether they be great or small,
Then your Kent, you shall have twice a year.
Landlord.
Us Landlords live at ease, eats and drinks what we please,
Which is the greatest pleasure that can a Man befall,
We sit down by the Fire, drest in rich attire,
We have our Servants to wait when we call,
I walk up and down in my Chamber and my Room,
Likewise in my Closet, amongst my rich perfume,
There are few unto me come, or indeed dare presume,
For I have Rents coming in twice a year.
Tennant.
To the Market I do ride with my Hanger by my side,
Which is the biggest pleasure that can a Man befall,
If a Bargain I do see that will beneficial me,
I have Money to pay for it all.
