The Kings Coin

The coin from the King led me here,
Twisted arm and hungers need.

Please dear, if you could, draw near,
A piece of your bread, drink of your mead.

I travel to seek work, a new land,
not beg from hand, nor your keep.

I am a proud Lad, a Rover from the North
My tam and kilt, that's where I sleep.

Might I stay under your quilt tonight?,
I could tend your cattle or sheep.

Please stay for my man's dead an gone,
He went to earn coin and landed in a heap.

Would your virtue allow such a thing,
Me next to you, whilst you sleep?

Warmth is all any woman desires,
not just fire, nor a kettles' tea to steep.

It is all I may need to keep me here,
For the coin and it's price is much too steep

Tis the Kings coin brought you here,
It is you I found, It is you I'll keep.