“ Your three hounds, I tell you, I never will take,
Nor yet your three hawks, your peace for to make;
Nor will I be brib'd with your money and ring,
But I will disclose you to William our king.
⁠As I'm a true keeper, I'll not be unjust,
Nor, for a gold ring, will I forfeit my trust ”

“ The King to the Tinker then made this reply,
By my foul, man, it must be either you or I;
The rest are bare-headed, & uncover'd around.
This said, with his budget he fell to the ground,
Like one that was frighted quite out of his wits,
And then on his knees he immediately gets,
Beseeching his mercy.-The King to him said,
Thou art a good fellow, so be not afraid.
Now tell me thy name-It is John of the Vale,
A mender of kettles, and a lover of ale. ”

“ For he's a true man, you may him believe.
He's one of my porters, that stands at my gate,
To let in my Nobles, both early and late;
And therefore good fellow, come up without fear,
I'll make thee my ranger of parks far and near. ”