"Sin' I am standing here," she says, "This dowie death to die, Ae kiss o' your comely mouth I'm sure wad comfort me."
He's louted him o'er his saddle bow, To kiss her cheek and chin; She's taen him in her arms twa, An' thrown him headlong in.
"Sin' seven king's-daughters ye've drownd here, In the water o' Wearie's Well, I'll mak' you bridegroom to them a', An' ring the bell mysell."
In Arthurs court Tom Thumbe did live, A man of mickle might, The best of all the table round, And eke a doughty knight:
His stature but an inch in height, Or quarter of a span; Then thinke you not this little knight, Was prov'd a valiant man?
His father was a plow-man plaine, His mother milkt the cow, But yet the way to get a sonne This couple knew not how,
Untill such time this good old man To learned Merlin goes, And there to him his deepe desires In secret manner showes,
How in his heart he wisht to have A childe, in time to come, To be his heire, though it might be No bigger than his Thumbe.
Of which old Merlin thus foretold, That he his wish should have, And so this sonne of stature small The charmer to him gave.
No blood nor bones in him should be, In shape and being such, That men should heare him speake, but not His wandring shadow touch:
But all unseene to goe or come Whereas it pleasd him still; And thus King Arthurs Dwarfe was born, To fit his fathers will:
And in foure minutes grew so fast, That he became so tall As was the plowmans thumbe in height, And so they did him call
Tom Thumbe, the which the Fayry-Queene There gave him to his name, Who, with her traine of Goblins grim, Unto his christning came.
Whereas she cloath'd him richly brave, In garments fine and faire, Which lasted him for many yeares In seemely sort to weare.
His hat made of an oaken leafe, His shirt a spiders web, Both light and soft for those his limbes That were so smally bred;
His hose and doublet thistle downe, Togeather weav'd full fine; His stockins of an apple greene, Made of the outward rine;
His garters were two little haires, Pull'd from his mothers eye, His bootes and shooes a mouses skin, There tand most curiously.
Thus, like a lustie gallant, he Adventured forth to goe, With other children in the streets His pretty trickes to show.