[8]
The Burgo-Master as before,
Put on his robes both rent and tore;
So that the Knight might know him straight,
At he did on his worship wair.
He to his coachman turned round,
And said, There’s one owes you five pound,
When do you think the same to get?
He is not Burgo-Master yet.
The Coachman said, As I do live,
I freely do the same forgive,
For, to my grief I still do see,
He yet remains in poverty.
For some short time he went away,
And dress’d himself in rich array,
In feathers fine, and rich perfume,
And so return’d into the room.
Having discours’d with them a while,
He told the coachman with a smile,
As he helped him in time of need,
He would return it now indeed.
He gave him then five thousand pound:
Likewise a match for him he found,
A sweet young Lady fair and clear,
Daughter to a renowned Peer.
The Knight was vexed to the heart,
That he must with his servant part:
But let him grieve, it must be so,
Whether his Lordship will or no.
Thus he who once was mean and poor,
At length enjoys a happy store,
Which Fortune unto him did send,
And he prov’d grateful to his friend.
Printed by J. & M, ⟨Robertson⟩, Saltmarket, ⟨1802⟩
