1The Hostess of the Ring of BellsA daughter hath with auburn hair;Go where I will, o'er plain and hill,I do not find a maid more fair;She welcomes me with dimpled smiles,And e'en a kiss will not denyO! would for us the bells did ring!And we were wed—that maid and I!2But as I travelled down the road,There went by me a packer-train;'Twas Roger Rawle, and Sandy Paul,And Hunchback Joe, and Philip Mayne.Says Roger, I have had a kiss,From that sly maiden at the Bell,And I, said Joe, and Paul said so,And so did Philip Mayne as well.3Till weather-beaten as the signThat doth before the tavern swing,That maid will stay, and none essay,To make her his with bell and ring.Methinks I'll take another road,Where hap some modest maiden dwells,No saucy miss, with ready kiss,And then for us shall ring the Bells.
1The Hostess of the Ring of BellsA daughter hath with auburn hair;Go where I will, o'er plain and hill,I do not find a maid more fair;She welcomes me with dimpled smiles,And e'en a kiss will not denyO! would for us the bells did ring!And we were wed—that maid and I!2But as I travelled down the road,There went by me a packer-train;'Twas Roger Rawle, and Sandy Paul,And Hunchback Joe, and Philip Mayne.Says Roger, I have had a kiss,From that sly maiden at the Bell,And I, said Joe, and Paul said so,And so did Philip Mayne as well.3Till weather-beaten as the signThat doth before the tavern swing,That maid will stay, and none essay,To make her his with bell and ring.Methinks I'll take another road,Where hap some modest maiden dwells,No saucy miss, with ready kiss,And then for us shall ring the Bells.
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The Hostess of the Ring of BellsA daughter hath with auburn hair;Go where I will, o'er plain and hill,I do not find a maid more fair;She welcomes me with dimpled smiles,And e'en a kiss will not denyO! would for us the bells did ring!And we were wed—that maid and I!
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But as I travelled down the road,There went by me a packer-train;'Twas Roger Rawle, and Sandy Paul,And Hunchback Joe, and Philip Mayne.Says Roger, I have had a kiss,From that sly maiden at the Bell,And I, said Joe, and Paul said so,And so did Philip Mayne as well.
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Till weather-beaten as the signThat doth before the tavern swing,That maid will stay, and none essay,To make her his with bell and ring.Methinks I'll take another road,Where hap some modest maiden dwells,No saucy miss, with ready kiss,And then for us shall ring the Bells.
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1I sat on a bank in trifle and play,With my jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She flew to my breast, And she there built her nest,I am sure pretty bird you with me will stay.2She builded within, and she builded without,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She fluttered her wings, And she jingled her rings,So merry was she, and so fond of play.3I got me a bell, to tie to her foot,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She mounted in flight, And she flew out of sight,My bell and my rings she carried away.4I ran up the street, with nimblest feet,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;I whooped and hallo'd, But never she shewed,And I lost my pretty goss-hawk that day.5In a meadow so green, the hedges between,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;Upon a man's hand, She perch'd did stand,In sport, and trifle, and full array.6Who's got her may keep her as best he can,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;To every man she is frolic and free,I'll cast her off if she come my way.
1I sat on a bank in trifle and play,With my jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She flew to my breast, And she there built her nest,I am sure pretty bird you with me will stay.2She builded within, and she builded without,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She fluttered her wings, And she jingled her rings,So merry was she, and so fond of play.3I got me a bell, to tie to her foot,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She mounted in flight, And she flew out of sight,My bell and my rings she carried away.4I ran up the street, with nimblest feet,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;I whooped and hallo'd, But never she shewed,And I lost my pretty goss-hawk that day.5In a meadow so green, the hedges between,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;Upon a man's hand, She perch'd did stand,In sport, and trifle, and full array.6Who's got her may keep her as best he can,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;To every man she is frolic and free,I'll cast her off if she come my way.
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I sat on a bank in trifle and play,With my jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She flew to my breast, And she there built her nest,I am sure pretty bird you with me will stay.
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She builded within, and she builded without,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She fluttered her wings, And she jingled her rings,So merry was she, and so fond of play.
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I got me a bell, to tie to her foot,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;She mounted in flight, And she flew out of sight,My bell and my rings she carried away.
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I ran up the street, with nimblest feet,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;I whooped and hallo'd, But never she shewed,And I lost my pretty goss-hawk that day.
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In a meadow so green, the hedges between,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;Upon a man's hand, She perch'd did stand,In sport, and trifle, and full array.
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Who's got her may keep her as best he can,My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey;To every man she is frolic and free,I'll cast her off if she come my way.
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1'Tis merry in the Spring-time'Tis blithe upon the moor,Where every man is equal,For every man is poor.I do what I've a mind to,And none can say me Nay,I go where I'm inclin'd to,On all sides right of way.O the merry Dartamoor!O the merry moor!I would not be where I'm not free,As I am upon the moor.
1'Tis merry in the Spring-time'Tis blithe upon the moor,Where every man is equal,For every man is poor.I do what I've a mind to,And none can say me Nay,I go where I'm inclin'd to,On all sides right of way.O the merry Dartamoor!O the merry moor!I would not be where I'm not free,As I am upon the moor.
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'Tis merry in the Spring-time'Tis blithe upon the moor,Where every man is equal,For every man is poor.I do what I've a mind to,And none can say me Nay,I go where I'm inclin'd to,On all sides right of way.O the merry Dartamoor!O the merry moor!I would not be where I'm not free,As I am upon the moor.
2'Tis merry in the Summer,When furze is out and sweet,The bees about it humming,In honey bathe their feet.The plover and the peewitHow cheerily they pipe,And underfoot the whortleIs waxing blue and ripe.O the merry &c.3'Tis merry in the Fall-timeWhen snipe and cock appear,And never see a keeperTo say, No shooting here!The turf we stock for fuelAnd ask no better fire,And never pay a farthing,For all that we require.O the merry &c.4'Tis merry in the WinterThe wind is on the moor,For twenty miles to leewardThe people hear the roar.'Tis merry in the ingleBeside a Moorland lass,When watching turves a-glowing,The brimming bumpers pass.O the merry &c.
2'Tis merry in the Summer,When furze is out and sweet,The bees about it humming,In honey bathe their feet.The plover and the peewitHow cheerily they pipe,And underfoot the whortleIs waxing blue and ripe.O the merry &c.3'Tis merry in the Fall-timeWhen snipe and cock appear,And never see a keeperTo say, No shooting here!The turf we stock for fuelAnd ask no better fire,And never pay a farthing,For all that we require.O the merry &c.4'Tis merry in the WinterThe wind is on the moor,For twenty miles to leewardThe people hear the roar.'Tis merry in the ingleBeside a Moorland lass,When watching turves a-glowing,The brimming bumpers pass.O the merry &c.
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'Tis merry in the Summer,When furze is out and sweet,The bees about it humming,In honey bathe their feet.The plover and the peewitHow cheerily they pipe,And underfoot the whortleIs waxing blue and ripe.O the merry &c.
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'Tis merry in the Fall-timeWhen snipe and cock appear,And never see a keeperTo say, No shooting here!The turf we stock for fuelAnd ask no better fire,And never pay a farthing,For all that we require.O the merry &c.
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'Tis merry in the WinterThe wind is on the moor,For twenty miles to leewardThe people hear the roar.'Tis merry in the ingleBeside a Moorland lass,When watching turves a-glowing,The brimming bumpers pass.O the merry &c.
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1As I walked out one May morning,One May morning so early;I there espied a fair pretty maid,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.2Stay, fair one, stay! Thus did I say,On a May morning so early;My tale of love, your heart will move,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'tis sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds do sing,All in the morning early.3No tales for me, Kind sir, said sheOn a May morning so early;My swain is true, I don't want twoAll on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.4With lightsome tread, away she sped,This May morning so early;To meet her lad, and left me sad,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.
1As I walked out one May morning,One May morning so early;I there espied a fair pretty maid,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.2Stay, fair one, stay! Thus did I say,On a May morning so early;My tale of love, your heart will move,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'tis sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds do sing,All in the morning early.3No tales for me, Kind sir, said sheOn a May morning so early;My swain is true, I don't want twoAll on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.4With lightsome tread, away she sped,This May morning so early;To meet her lad, and left me sad,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.
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As I walked out one May morning,One May morning so early;I there espied a fair pretty maid,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.
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Stay, fair one, stay! Thus did I say,On a May morning so early;My tale of love, your heart will move,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'tis sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds do sing,All in the morning early.
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No tales for me, Kind sir, said sheOn a May morning so early;My swain is true, I don't want twoAll on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.
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With lightsome tread, away she sped,This May morning so early;To meet her lad, and left me sad,All on the dew so pearly.O! 'twas sweet, sweet spring,Merry birds did sing,All in the morning early.
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1One morning so gay, in the glad month of May,When I from my cottage strayed;As broke the ray of awakening day,I met a pretty maid.A neat little lass on the twinkling grass,To see, my foot I stayed.2"My fair pretty maid, why wander?" I said,"So early, tell me now?"The maid replied, "Pretty Sir!" and sighed,"I've lost my Spotted Cow.She's stolen," she said, many tears she shed,"Or lost, I can't tell how."3"No further complain in dolorous strain,I've tidings will you cheer.I know she's strayed, in yonder green glade,Come, love! I'll shew you where.So dry up your tears and banish fears,And bid begone despair."4"I truly confess in my bitter distress,You are most good," said she."With help so kind, I am certain to findMy cow, so I'll with thee.Four eyes, it is true, are better than two,And friend, four eyes have we."5Through meadow and grove, we together did rove,We crossed the flow'ry dale,Both morn and noon, we strayed till the moonAbove our heads did sail.The old Spotted Cow, clean forgotten was now,For love was all our tale.6Now never a day, do I go my way,To handle flail or plough.She comes again, and whispers, "Sweet swain,I've lost my Spotted Cow."I pretend not to hear, she shouts, "My dear,I've lost my Spotted Cow."
1One morning so gay, in the glad month of May,When I from my cottage strayed;As broke the ray of awakening day,I met a pretty maid.A neat little lass on the twinkling grass,To see, my foot I stayed.2"My fair pretty maid, why wander?" I said,"So early, tell me now?"The maid replied, "Pretty Sir!" and sighed,"I've lost my Spotted Cow.She's stolen," she said, many tears she shed,"Or lost, I can't tell how."3"No further complain in dolorous strain,I've tidings will you cheer.I know she's strayed, in yonder green glade,Come, love! I'll shew you where.So dry up your tears and banish fears,And bid begone despair."4"I truly confess in my bitter distress,You are most good," said she."With help so kind, I am certain to findMy cow, so I'll with thee.Four eyes, it is true, are better than two,And friend, four eyes have we."5Through meadow and grove, we together did rove,We crossed the flow'ry dale,Both morn and noon, we strayed till the moonAbove our heads did sail.The old Spotted Cow, clean forgotten was now,For love was all our tale.6Now never a day, do I go my way,To handle flail or plough.She comes again, and whispers, "Sweet swain,I've lost my Spotted Cow."I pretend not to hear, she shouts, "My dear,I've lost my Spotted Cow."
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One morning so gay, in the glad month of May,When I from my cottage strayed;As broke the ray of awakening day,I met a pretty maid.A neat little lass on the twinkling grass,To see, my foot I stayed.
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"My fair pretty maid, why wander?" I said,"So early, tell me now?"The maid replied, "Pretty Sir!" and sighed,"I've lost my Spotted Cow.She's stolen," she said, many tears she shed,"Or lost, I can't tell how."
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"No further complain in dolorous strain,I've tidings will you cheer.I know she's strayed, in yonder green glade,Come, love! I'll shew you where.So dry up your tears and banish fears,And bid begone despair."
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"I truly confess in my bitter distress,You are most good," said she."With help so kind, I am certain to findMy cow, so I'll with thee.Four eyes, it is true, are better than two,And friend, four eyes have we."
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Through meadow and grove, we together did rove,We crossed the flow'ry dale,Both morn and noon, we strayed till the moonAbove our heads did sail.The old Spotted Cow, clean forgotten was now,For love was all our tale.
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Now never a day, do I go my way,To handle flail or plough.She comes again, and whispers, "Sweet swain,I've lost my Spotted Cow."I pretend not to hear, she shouts, "My dear,I've lost my Spotted Cow."
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1There were three jovial WelshmenThey would go hunt the fox.They swore they saw old ReynardRun over yonder rocks;With a whoop, whoop, whoop and a hel-lo,And a blast of my bugle horn;With my twank, twank, twank and my twank-i-diddle O,And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys,And thro' the woods we'll ride.With my bugle, bugle, bugle,And a blast of my bugle horn;With my fal-lal-lal and my fal-de-riddle O,And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys,And thro' the woods we'll ride.
1There were three jovial WelshmenThey would go hunt the fox.They swore they saw old ReynardRun over yonder rocks;With a whoop, whoop, whoop and a hel-lo,And a blast of my bugle horn;With my twank, twank, twank and my twank-i-diddle O,And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys,And thro' the woods we'll ride.With my bugle, bugle, bugle,And a blast of my bugle horn;With my fal-lal-lal and my fal-de-riddle O,And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys,And thro' the woods we'll ride.
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There were three jovial WelshmenThey would go hunt the fox.They swore they saw old ReynardRun over yonder rocks;With a whoop, whoop, whoop and a hel-lo,And a blast of my bugle horn;With my twank, twank, twank and my twank-i-diddle O,And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys,And thro' the woods we'll ride.With my bugle, bugle, bugle,And a blast of my bugle horn;With my fal-lal-lal and my fal-de-riddle O,And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys,And thro' the woods we'll ride.
2The first they espied was a woman,A combing up her locks.She swore she saw old ReynardAmong the geese and ducks.With a &c.3The second he was a Parson,And he was dressed in black,He swore he saw old ReynardHang on a huntsman's back.With a &c.4The third he was a MillerWas grinding at his mill,He swore he saw old ReynardRun over yonder hill.With a &c.5The fourth he was a blind man,As blind as blind could be,He swore he saw old ReynardRun up a hollow tree.With a &c.6There never was a ReynardRun out that day at all,'Twas naught but one grey pussySat purring on a wall.With a &c.7O what a world of liarsThis is, as well appears.Henceforth I'll trust my own eyes,And none but mine own ears.With a &c.
2The first they espied was a woman,A combing up her locks.She swore she saw old ReynardAmong the geese and ducks.With a &c.3The second he was a Parson,And he was dressed in black,He swore he saw old ReynardHang on a huntsman's back.With a &c.4The third he was a MillerWas grinding at his mill,He swore he saw old ReynardRun over yonder hill.With a &c.5The fourth he was a blind man,As blind as blind could be,He swore he saw old ReynardRun up a hollow tree.With a &c.6There never was a ReynardRun out that day at all,'Twas naught but one grey pussySat purring on a wall.With a &c.7O what a world of liarsThis is, as well appears.Henceforth I'll trust my own eyes,And none but mine own ears.With a &c.
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The first they espied was a woman,A combing up her locks.She swore she saw old ReynardAmong the geese and ducks.With a &c.
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The second he was a Parson,And he was dressed in black,He swore he saw old ReynardHang on a huntsman's back.With a &c.
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The third he was a MillerWas grinding at his mill,He swore he saw old ReynardRun over yonder hill.With a &c.
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The fourth he was a blind man,As blind as blind could be,He swore he saw old ReynardRun up a hollow tree.With a &c.
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There never was a ReynardRun out that day at all,'Twas naught but one grey pussySat purring on a wall.With a &c.
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O what a world of liarsThis is, as well appears.Henceforth I'll trust my own eyes,And none but mine own ears.With a &c.
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1Well met, well met, my own true love!Long time am I seeking of thee.I am lately come from the salt, salt wave,And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee.2I might have had a king's daughter,She fain would have married me,But I did not hold for her crown of gold,And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee.3I have seven ships that sail on the sea,It was one brought me to the land;I have mariners many to wait on theeTo be all, sweet love, at thy command.4A pair of slippers, love, thou shalt have,They are made of the beaten gold,They are lined within with a coney's skin,To keep thy feet, sweet love, from cold.5A gilded boat thou too shalt have,And the oars be gilded also,And the mariners they shall pipe and singAs through the salt waves, sweet love, we go.6A way of gold lies over the seaWhere the sun doth set in the west.And along that way thou shalt sail with me,To the land of lands, sweet love, that's best.
1Well met, well met, my own true love!Long time am I seeking of thee.I am lately come from the salt, salt wave,And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee.2I might have had a king's daughter,She fain would have married me,But I did not hold for her crown of gold,And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee.3I have seven ships that sail on the sea,It was one brought me to the land;I have mariners many to wait on theeTo be all, sweet love, at thy command.4A pair of slippers, love, thou shalt have,They are made of the beaten gold,They are lined within with a coney's skin,To keep thy feet, sweet love, from cold.5A gilded boat thou too shalt have,And the oars be gilded also,And the mariners they shall pipe and singAs through the salt waves, sweet love, we go.6A way of gold lies over the seaWhere the sun doth set in the west.And along that way thou shalt sail with me,To the land of lands, sweet love, that's best.
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Well met, well met, my own true love!Long time am I seeking of thee.I am lately come from the salt, salt wave,And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee.
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I might have had a king's daughter,She fain would have married me,But I did not hold for her crown of gold,And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee.
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I have seven ships that sail on the sea,It was one brought me to the land;I have mariners many to wait on theeTo be all, sweet love, at thy command.
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A pair of slippers, love, thou shalt have,They are made of the beaten gold,They are lined within with a coney's skin,To keep thy feet, sweet love, from cold.
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A gilded boat thou too shalt have,And the oars be gilded also,And the mariners they shall pipe and singAs through the salt waves, sweet love, we go.
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A way of gold lies over the seaWhere the sun doth set in the west.And along that way thou shalt sail with me,To the land of lands, sweet love, that's best.
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1O once I lay in stable, a hunter, well and warm,I had the best of shelter, from cold and rain and harm;But now in open meadow, a hedge I'm glad to find,To shield my sides from tempest, from driving sleet and wind.Poor old horse, let him die!2My shoulders once were sturdy, were glossy, smooth and round,But now, alas! they're rotten, I'm not accounted sound.As I have grown so aged, my teeth gone to decay,My master frowns upon me; I often hear him say,Poor old horse, let him die!3[23]A groom upon me waited, on straw I snugly lay,When fields were full of flowers, the air was sweet with hay;But now there's no good feeding prepared for me at all,I'm forced to munch the nettles upon the kennel wall.Poor old horse, let him die!4My shoes and skin, the huntsman, that covets them shall have,My flesh and bones the hounds, Sir! I very freely give,I've followed them full often, aye! many a score of miles,O'er hedges, walls and ditches, nor blinked at gates and stiles.Poor old horse, let him die!5Ye gentlemen of England, ye sportsmen good and bold,All you that love a hunter, remember him when old,O put him in your stable, and make the old boy warm,And visit him and pat him, and keep him out of harm,Poor old horse, till he die!
1O once I lay in stable, a hunter, well and warm,I had the best of shelter, from cold and rain and harm;But now in open meadow, a hedge I'm glad to find,To shield my sides from tempest, from driving sleet and wind.Poor old horse, let him die!2My shoulders once were sturdy, were glossy, smooth and round,But now, alas! they're rotten, I'm not accounted sound.As I have grown so aged, my teeth gone to decay,My master frowns upon me; I often hear him say,Poor old horse, let him die!3[23]A groom upon me waited, on straw I snugly lay,When fields were full of flowers, the air was sweet with hay;But now there's no good feeding prepared for me at all,I'm forced to munch the nettles upon the kennel wall.Poor old horse, let him die!4My shoes and skin, the huntsman, that covets them shall have,My flesh and bones the hounds, Sir! I very freely give,I've followed them full often, aye! many a score of miles,O'er hedges, walls and ditches, nor blinked at gates and stiles.Poor old horse, let him die!5Ye gentlemen of England, ye sportsmen good and bold,All you that love a hunter, remember him when old,O put him in your stable, and make the old boy warm,And visit him and pat him, and keep him out of harm,Poor old horse, till he die!
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O once I lay in stable, a hunter, well and warm,I had the best of shelter, from cold and rain and harm;But now in open meadow, a hedge I'm glad to find,To shield my sides from tempest, from driving sleet and wind.Poor old horse, let him die!
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My shoulders once were sturdy, were glossy, smooth and round,But now, alas! they're rotten, I'm not accounted sound.As I have grown so aged, my teeth gone to decay,My master frowns upon me; I often hear him say,Poor old horse, let him die!
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A groom upon me waited, on straw I snugly lay,When fields were full of flowers, the air was sweet with hay;But now there's no good feeding prepared for me at all,I'm forced to munch the nettles upon the kennel wall.Poor old horse, let him die!
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My shoes and skin, the huntsman, that covets them shall have,My flesh and bones the hounds, Sir! I very freely give,I've followed them full often, aye! many a score of miles,O'er hedges, walls and ditches, nor blinked at gates and stiles.Poor old horse, let him die!
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Ye gentlemen of England, ye sportsmen good and bold,All you that love a hunter, remember him when old,O put him in your stable, and make the old boy warm,And visit him and pat him, and keep him out of harm,Poor old horse, till he die!
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1Come, and I will sing you.What will you sing me?I will sing you One, O!What is your One, O?One of them is all alone, and ever will remain so.2Come, and I will sing you.What will you sing me?I will sing you Two, O!What is your Two, O?Two of them are lily-white babes, and dress'd all in green, O.3Come, &c.I will sing you Three, O!What is your Three, O?Three of them are strangers, o'er the wide world they are rangers.4Come, &c.I will sing you Four, O!What is your Four, O?Four it is the Dilly Hour, when blooms the gilly flower.5Come, &c.I will sing you Five, O!What is your Five, O?Five it is the Dilly Bird, that's never seen, but heard, O!6Come, &c.I will sing you Six, O!What is your Six, O?Six the Ferryman in the Boat, that doth on the river float, O!7Come, &c.I will sing you Seven, O!What is your Seven, O?Seven it is the crown of Heaven, the shining stars be seven, O!8Come, &c.I will sing you Eight, O!What is your Eight, O?Eight it is the morning break, when all the world's awake, O!9Come, &c.I will sing you Nine, O!What is your Nine, O?Nine it is the pale moonshine, the pale moonlight is nine, O!10Come, &c.I will sing you Ten, O!What is your Ten, O?Ten forbids all kind of sin, from ten again begin, O!
1Come, and I will sing you.What will you sing me?I will sing you One, O!What is your One, O?One of them is all alone, and ever will remain so.2Come, and I will sing you.What will you sing me?I will sing you Two, O!What is your Two, O?Two of them are lily-white babes, and dress'd all in green, O.3Come, &c.I will sing you Three, O!What is your Three, O?Three of them are strangers, o'er the wide world they are rangers.4Come, &c.I will sing you Four, O!What is your Four, O?Four it is the Dilly Hour, when blooms the gilly flower.5Come, &c.I will sing you Five, O!What is your Five, O?Five it is the Dilly Bird, that's never seen, but heard, O!6Come, &c.I will sing you Six, O!What is your Six, O?Six the Ferryman in the Boat, that doth on the river float, O!7Come, &c.I will sing you Seven, O!What is your Seven, O?Seven it is the crown of Heaven, the shining stars be seven, O!8Come, &c.I will sing you Eight, O!What is your Eight, O?Eight it is the morning break, when all the world's awake, O!9Come, &c.I will sing you Nine, O!What is your Nine, O?Nine it is the pale moonshine, the pale moonlight is nine, O!10Come, &c.I will sing you Ten, O!What is your Ten, O?Ten forbids all kind of sin, from ten again begin, O!
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Come, and I will sing you.What will you sing me?I will sing you One, O!What is your One, O?One of them is all alone, and ever will remain so.
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Come, and I will sing you.What will you sing me?I will sing you Two, O!What is your Two, O?Two of them are lily-white babes, and dress'd all in green, O.
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Come, &c.I will sing you Three, O!What is your Three, O?Three of them are strangers, o'er the wide world they are rangers.
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Come, &c.I will sing you Four, O!What is your Four, O?Four it is the Dilly Hour, when blooms the gilly flower.
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Come, &c.I will sing you Five, O!What is your Five, O?Five it is the Dilly Bird, that's never seen, but heard, O!
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Come, &c.I will sing you Six, O!What is your Six, O?Six the Ferryman in the Boat, that doth on the river float, O!
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Come, &c.I will sing you Seven, O!What is your Seven, O?Seven it is the crown of Heaven, the shining stars be seven, O!
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Come, &c.I will sing you Eight, O!What is your Eight, O?Eight it is the morning break, when all the world's awake, O!
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Come, &c.I will sing you Nine, O!What is your Nine, O?Nine it is the pale moonshine, the pale moonlight is nine, O!
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Come, &c.I will sing you Ten, O!What is your Ten, O?Ten forbids all kind of sin, from ten again begin, O!
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1When lambkins skip, and apples are growing,Grass is green, and roses ablow,When pigeons coo, and cattle are lowing,Mist lies white in valleys below,Why should we be all the day toiling?Lads and lasses, along with me!Done with drudgery, dust and moilingHaste away to the green-wood tree.2The cows are milked, the team's in the stable,Work is over, and play begun,Ye farmer lads all lusty and able,Ere the moon rises, we'll have our fun,Why should we, &c.3[24]The glow-worm lights, as day is afailing,Dew is falling over the field,The meadow-sweet its scent is exhaling,Honeysuckles their fragrance yield.Why should we, &c.4There's Jack o'lantern lustily dancingIn the marsh with flickering flame,And Daddy-long-legs, spinning and prancing,Moth and midge are doing the same,Why should we, &c.5So Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,With milking pail 'tis time to have done.And Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie,The threshing flail must sleep with the sun.Why should we, &c.6Upon the green beginneth our pleasure,Whilst we dance we merrily sing.A country dance, a jig, and a measure,Hand in hand we go in a ring.Why should we, &c.7O sweet it is to foot on the clover,Ended work and revel begun.Aloft the planets never give over,Dancing, circling round of the sun.Why should we, &c.8So Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie,Take your partners each of you now.And Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,Make a curtsey; lads! make a bow.Why should we, &c.
1When lambkins skip, and apples are growing,Grass is green, and roses ablow,When pigeons coo, and cattle are lowing,Mist lies white in valleys below,Why should we be all the day toiling?Lads and lasses, along with me!Done with drudgery, dust and moilingHaste away to the green-wood tree.2The cows are milked, the team's in the stable,Work is over, and play begun,Ye farmer lads all lusty and able,Ere the moon rises, we'll have our fun,Why should we, &c.3[24]The glow-worm lights, as day is afailing,Dew is falling over the field,The meadow-sweet its scent is exhaling,Honeysuckles their fragrance yield.Why should we, &c.4There's Jack o'lantern lustily dancingIn the marsh with flickering flame,And Daddy-long-legs, spinning and prancing,Moth and midge are doing the same,Why should we, &c.5So Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,With milking pail 'tis time to have done.And Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie,The threshing flail must sleep with the sun.Why should we, &c.6Upon the green beginneth our pleasure,Whilst we dance we merrily sing.A country dance, a jig, and a measure,Hand in hand we go in a ring.Why should we, &c.7O sweet it is to foot on the clover,Ended work and revel begun.Aloft the planets never give over,Dancing, circling round of the sun.Why should we, &c.8So Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie,Take your partners each of you now.And Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,Make a curtsey; lads! make a bow.Why should we, &c.
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When lambkins skip, and apples are growing,Grass is green, and roses ablow,When pigeons coo, and cattle are lowing,Mist lies white in valleys below,Why should we be all the day toiling?Lads and lasses, along with me!Done with drudgery, dust and moilingHaste away to the green-wood tree.
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The cows are milked, the team's in the stable,Work is over, and play begun,Ye farmer lads all lusty and able,Ere the moon rises, we'll have our fun,Why should we, &c.
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The glow-worm lights, as day is afailing,Dew is falling over the field,The meadow-sweet its scent is exhaling,Honeysuckles their fragrance yield.Why should we, &c.
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There's Jack o'lantern lustily dancingIn the marsh with flickering flame,And Daddy-long-legs, spinning and prancing,Moth and midge are doing the same,Why should we, &c.
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So Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,With milking pail 'tis time to have done.And Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie,The threshing flail must sleep with the sun.Why should we, &c.
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Upon the green beginneth our pleasure,Whilst we dance we merrily sing.A country dance, a jig, and a measure,Hand in hand we go in a ring.Why should we, &c.
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O sweet it is to foot on the clover,Ended work and revel begun.Aloft the planets never give over,Dancing, circling round of the sun.Why should we, &c.
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So Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie,Take your partners each of you now.And Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie,Make a curtsey; lads! make a bow.Why should we, &c.
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1Charming Molly, I do love thee,There's none other I adore;Pierced by your beauteous eyes,My heart transfixed lies,Say, dearest Molly, you'll be mine for evermore.2Constant Johnny, I reject thee,I thy fruitless suit deplore,Your love I do decline,I will be no love of thineNo, Johnny, Constant Johnny, ne'er I'll see thee more.3Canst thou see young Johnny bleedingDown in Cupid's rosy bower,See his transfixed heart,Full of grief and full of smart,Say, dearest Molly, thou'lt be mine for evermore.4Now the lovers are united,Fast in wedlock's chains secure,Happy as the livelong day,Often she to him doth say,O! Johnny, dearest Johnny, now we part no more.
1Charming Molly, I do love thee,There's none other I adore;Pierced by your beauteous eyes,My heart transfixed lies,Say, dearest Molly, you'll be mine for evermore.2Constant Johnny, I reject thee,I thy fruitless suit deplore,Your love I do decline,I will be no love of thineNo, Johnny, Constant Johnny, ne'er I'll see thee more.3Canst thou see young Johnny bleedingDown in Cupid's rosy bower,See his transfixed heart,Full of grief and full of smart,Say, dearest Molly, thou'lt be mine for evermore.4Now the lovers are united,Fast in wedlock's chains secure,Happy as the livelong day,Often she to him doth say,O! Johnny, dearest Johnny, now we part no more.
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Charming Molly, I do love thee,There's none other I adore;Pierced by your beauteous eyes,My heart transfixed lies,Say, dearest Molly, you'll be mine for evermore.
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Constant Johnny, I reject thee,I thy fruitless suit deplore,Your love I do decline,I will be no love of thineNo, Johnny, Constant Johnny, ne'er I'll see thee more.
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Canst thou see young Johnny bleedingDown in Cupid's rosy bower,See his transfixed heart,Full of grief and full of smart,Say, dearest Molly, thou'lt be mine for evermore.
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Now the lovers are united,Fast in wedlock's chains secure,Happy as the livelong day,Often she to him doth say,O! Johnny, dearest Johnny, now we part no more.
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1All in a morning very fairAs I rode out to take the airI heard some to halloo clearly.There rode the Duke of Buckingham,And many a squire and yeoman came,Dull sleep they had banished so early.There was Dido, SpendigoGentry too, and Hero,And Traveller that never looks behind himCountess and Towler,Bonny-lass and Jowler,Were some of the hounds that did find him.
1All in a morning very fairAs I rode out to take the airI heard some to halloo clearly.There rode the Duke of Buckingham,And many a squire and yeoman came,Dull sleep they had banished so early.There was Dido, SpendigoGentry too, and Hero,And Traveller that never looks behind himCountess and Towler,Bonny-lass and Jowler,Were some of the hounds that did find him.
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All in a morning very fairAs I rode out to take the airI heard some to halloo clearly.There rode the Duke of Buckingham,And many a squire and yeoman came,Dull sleep they had banished so early.There was Dido, SpendigoGentry too, and Hero,And Traveller that never looks behind himCountess and Towler,Bonny-lass and Jowler,Were some of the hounds that did find him.
2Old Jack he courses o'er the plain,Unwearied tries it back again,His horse and his hounds fail never.Our hearty huntsman he will say,For ever and for e'er a day,Hark! Forward! gallant hounds together.There was Dido, &c.3The fox we followed, being young,Our sport today is scarce begun,Ere out of the cover breaking,Away he runs o'er hill and dale,Away we followed without fail.Hark! Forward! sleeping echoes awaking!There was Dido, &c.4Shy Reynard being well nigh spent,His way he to the water bent,And speedily crossed the river.To save his life he sought to swim,But Dido sharp went after him,Heigh! Traveller destroyed his life for ever.There was Dido, &c.5So, whoo-too-hoo! we did proclaimGod bless the Duke of Buckingham,Our hounds they have gained great glory.This maketh now the twentieth fox,We've killed in river, dale and rocks,So here's an end to my story.There was Dido, &c.
2Old Jack he courses o'er the plain,Unwearied tries it back again,His horse and his hounds fail never.Our hearty huntsman he will say,For ever and for e'er a day,Hark! Forward! gallant hounds together.There was Dido, &c.3The fox we followed, being young,Our sport today is scarce begun,Ere out of the cover breaking,Away he runs o'er hill and dale,Away we followed without fail.Hark! Forward! sleeping echoes awaking!There was Dido, &c.4Shy Reynard being well nigh spent,His way he to the water bent,And speedily crossed the river.To save his life he sought to swim,But Dido sharp went after him,Heigh! Traveller destroyed his life for ever.There was Dido, &c.5So, whoo-too-hoo! we did proclaimGod bless the Duke of Buckingham,Our hounds they have gained great glory.This maketh now the twentieth fox,We've killed in river, dale and rocks,So here's an end to my story.There was Dido, &c.
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Old Jack he courses o'er the plain,Unwearied tries it back again,His horse and his hounds fail never.Our hearty huntsman he will say,For ever and for e'er a day,Hark! Forward! gallant hounds together.There was Dido, &c.
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The fox we followed, being young,Our sport today is scarce begun,Ere out of the cover breaking,Away he runs o'er hill and dale,Away we followed without fail.Hark! Forward! sleeping echoes awaking!There was Dido, &c.
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Shy Reynard being well nigh spent,His way he to the water bent,And speedily crossed the river.To save his life he sought to swim,But Dido sharp went after him,Heigh! Traveller destroyed his life for ever.There was Dido, &c.
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So, whoo-too-hoo! we did proclaimGod bless the Duke of Buckingham,Our hounds they have gained great glory.This maketh now the twentieth fox,We've killed in river, dale and rocks,So here's an end to my story.There was Dido, &c.
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1One day in October,Neither drunken nor sober,O'er Broadbury Down I was wending my way.When I heard of some ringing,Some dancing and singing,I ought to remember that Jubilee Day.Refrain'Twas in Ashwater Town,The bells they did soun'They rang for a belt and a hat laced with gold.But the men of North LewRang so steady and true,That never were better in Devon, I hold.2'Twas misunderstood,For the men of Broadwood,Gave a blow on the tenor should never have been.But the men of North Lew,Rang so faultlessly true,A difficult matter to beat them I ween.'Twas in Ashwater Town &c.3They of Broadwood being naughtyThen said to our party,We'll ring you a challenge again in a round,We'll give you the chance,At St. Stephen's or Launce--ston the prize to the winner's a note of five pound.'Twas in Callington TownThe bells next did soun'They rang, &c.4When the match it came on,At good Callington,The bells they rang out o'er the valleys below.Then old and young people,The hale and the feeble,They came out to hear the sweet bell music flow.'Twas at Callington townThe bells then did soun'They rang, &c.5Those of Broadwood once more,Were obliged to give o'er,They were beaten completely and done in a round.For the men of North LewPull so steady and true,That no better then they in the West can be found.'Twas at Ashwater townThen at Callington townThey rang, &c.
1One day in October,Neither drunken nor sober,O'er Broadbury Down I was wending my way.When I heard of some ringing,Some dancing and singing,I ought to remember that Jubilee Day.Refrain'Twas in Ashwater Town,The bells they did soun'They rang for a belt and a hat laced with gold.But the men of North LewRang so steady and true,That never were better in Devon, I hold.2'Twas misunderstood,For the men of Broadwood,Gave a blow on the tenor should never have been.But the men of North Lew,Rang so faultlessly true,A difficult matter to beat them I ween.'Twas in Ashwater Town &c.3They of Broadwood being naughtyThen said to our party,We'll ring you a challenge again in a round,We'll give you the chance,At St. Stephen's or Launce--ston the prize to the winner's a note of five pound.'Twas in Callington TownThe bells next did soun'They rang, &c.4When the match it came on,At good Callington,The bells they rang out o'er the valleys below.Then old and young people,The hale and the feeble,They came out to hear the sweet bell music flow.'Twas at Callington townThe bells then did soun'They rang, &c.5Those of Broadwood once more,Were obliged to give o'er,They were beaten completely and done in a round.For the men of North LewPull so steady and true,That no better then they in the West can be found.'Twas at Ashwater townThen at Callington townThey rang, &c.
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One day in October,Neither drunken nor sober,O'er Broadbury Down I was wending my way.When I heard of some ringing,Some dancing and singing,I ought to remember that Jubilee Day.Refrain'Twas in Ashwater Town,The bells they did soun'They rang for a belt and a hat laced with gold.But the men of North LewRang so steady and true,That never were better in Devon, I hold.
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'Twas misunderstood,For the men of Broadwood,Gave a blow on the tenor should never have been.But the men of North Lew,Rang so faultlessly true,A difficult matter to beat them I ween.'Twas in Ashwater Town &c.
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They of Broadwood being naughtyThen said to our party,We'll ring you a challenge again in a round,We'll give you the chance,At St. Stephen's or Launce--ston the prize to the winner's a note of five pound.'Twas in Callington TownThe bells next did soun'They rang, &c.
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When the match it came on,At good Callington,The bells they rang out o'er the valleys below.Then old and young people,The hale and the feeble,They came out to hear the sweet bell music flow.'Twas at Callington townThe bells then did soun'They rang, &c.
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Those of Broadwood once more,Were obliged to give o'er,They were beaten completely and done in a round.For the men of North LewPull so steady and true,That no better then they in the West can be found.'Twas at Ashwater townThen at Callington townThey rang, &c.
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1'Tis of a jolly ploughing-man,Was ploughing of his land,He called, Ho! he called, Wo!And bade his horses stand.Upon his plough he sat, I trow,And loud began to sing,His voice rang out, so clear and stout,It made the horse bells ring.For a nutting we will go, my boys,A nutting we will go,From hazel bush, loud sings the thrush,A nutting we will go!2A maiden sly was passing byWith basket on her arm,She stood to hear his singing clear,To listen was no harm.The ploughboy stayed that pretty maid,And clasped her middle small,He kissed her twice, he kissed her thriceEre she could cry or call.For a nutting &c.3Now all you pretty maidens thatGo nutting o'er the grassAttend my rede, and give good heed,Of ploughboys that you pass.When lions roar, on Afric's shore,No mortal ventures near,When hoots the owl, and bears do growl,The heart is full of fear.For a nutting &c.4And yet, 'tis said, to pretty maid,There is a graver thing,In any clime, at any time,—A ploughboy that doth sing.So all you maidens, young and fairTake lesson from my lay,When you do hear a ploughman sing,Then lightly run away.For a nutting &c.
1'Tis of a jolly ploughing-man,Was ploughing of his land,He called, Ho! he called, Wo!And bade his horses stand.Upon his plough he sat, I trow,And loud began to sing,His voice rang out, so clear and stout,It made the horse bells ring.For a nutting we will go, my boys,A nutting we will go,From hazel bush, loud sings the thrush,A nutting we will go!2A maiden sly was passing byWith basket on her arm,She stood to hear his singing clear,To listen was no harm.The ploughboy stayed that pretty maid,And clasped her middle small,He kissed her twice, he kissed her thriceEre she could cry or call.For a nutting &c.3Now all you pretty maidens thatGo nutting o'er the grassAttend my rede, and give good heed,Of ploughboys that you pass.When lions roar, on Afric's shore,No mortal ventures near,When hoots the owl, and bears do growl,The heart is full of fear.For a nutting &c.4And yet, 'tis said, to pretty maid,There is a graver thing,In any clime, at any time,—A ploughboy that doth sing.So all you maidens, young and fairTake lesson from my lay,When you do hear a ploughman sing,Then lightly run away.For a nutting &c.
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'Tis of a jolly ploughing-man,Was ploughing of his land,He called, Ho! he called, Wo!And bade his horses stand.Upon his plough he sat, I trow,And loud began to sing,His voice rang out, so clear and stout,It made the horse bells ring.For a nutting we will go, my boys,A nutting we will go,From hazel bush, loud sings the thrush,A nutting we will go!
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A maiden sly was passing byWith basket on her arm,She stood to hear his singing clear,To listen was no harm.The ploughboy stayed that pretty maid,And clasped her middle small,He kissed her twice, he kissed her thriceEre she could cry or call.For a nutting &c.
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Now all you pretty maidens thatGo nutting o'er the grassAttend my rede, and give good heed,Of ploughboys that you pass.When lions roar, on Afric's shore,No mortal ventures near,When hoots the owl, and bears do growl,The heart is full of fear.For a nutting &c.
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And yet, 'tis said, to pretty maid,There is a graver thing,In any clime, at any time,—A ploughboy that doth sing.So all you maidens, young and fairTake lesson from my lay,When you do hear a ploughman sing,Then lightly run away.For a nutting &c.
C.J.S.
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1Down by a River-side,A fair maid I espied,Lamenting for her own true love;Lamenting, crying, sighing, dying;Dying for her own true love.
1Down by a River-side,A fair maid I espied,Lamenting for her own true love;Lamenting, crying, sighing, dying;Dying for her own true love.
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Down by a River-side,A fair maid I espied,Lamenting for her own true love;Lamenting, crying, sighing, dying;Dying for her own true love.
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2Did you not promise me,That I your wife should be?Yet I deserted here must mourn;I who believed, now bereaved, grieved;I who believed, now bereaved, tarry here in tears forlorn.3Dry up your briny tears,And banish all your fears,For faithful I to you will prove;So now she's singing, clinging, Church Bells ringing,So now she's singing, Church bells ringing, married to her own true love.
2Did you not promise me,That I your wife should be?Yet I deserted here must mourn;I who believed, now bereaved, grieved;I who believed, now bereaved, tarry here in tears forlorn.3Dry up your briny tears,And banish all your fears,For faithful I to you will prove;So now she's singing, clinging, Church Bells ringing,So now she's singing, Church bells ringing, married to her own true love.
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Did you not promise me,That I your wife should be?Yet I deserted here must mourn;I who believed, now bereaved, grieved;I who believed, now bereaved, tarry here in tears forlorn.
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Dry up your briny tears,And banish all your fears,For faithful I to you will prove;So now she's singing, clinging, Church Bells ringing,So now she's singing, Church bells ringing, married to her own true love.
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1'Twas in the prime of summer time,When hay it was a making;And harvest tide was coming on,And barley wanted raking;Two woeful lovers met one day,With sighs their sad farewell to say,For John to place must go away,And Betty's heart was breaking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?2But hardly was her sweet-heart gone,With vows of ne'er forsaking;The foolish wench did so take on,To ease her bosom's aching—She sent a letter to her love,Invoking all the powers above,If he should e'er inconstant prove,To her and the Barley raking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?3Now when this letter reached the youth,It put him in a taking;Sure of each other's love and truth,Why such a fuss be making?But being a tender hearted swain,From hasty words he did refrain,And wrote to her in gentle strain,To bid her cease from quaking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?4"I've got as good a pair of shoesAs e'er were made of leather;I'll pull my beaver o'er my nose,And face all wind and weather;And when the year has run its race,I'll seek a new and nearer place;And hope to see your bonnie faceAt time of the Barley raking."Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?5So when the year was past and gone,And hay once more was making;Back to his love came faithful John,To find a rude awaking:For Betty thought it long to wait,So she had ta'en another mate,And left her first love to his fate,In spite of the Barley raking.Damsels oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor lovers do?
1'Twas in the prime of summer time,When hay it was a making;And harvest tide was coming on,And barley wanted raking;Two woeful lovers met one day,With sighs their sad farewell to say,For John to place must go away,And Betty's heart was breaking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?2But hardly was her sweet-heart gone,With vows of ne'er forsaking;The foolish wench did so take on,To ease her bosom's aching—She sent a letter to her love,Invoking all the powers above,If he should e'er inconstant prove,To her and the Barley raking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?3Now when this letter reached the youth,It put him in a taking;Sure of each other's love and truth,Why such a fuss be making?But being a tender hearted swain,From hasty words he did refrain,And wrote to her in gentle strain,To bid her cease from quaking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?4"I've got as good a pair of shoesAs e'er were made of leather;I'll pull my beaver o'er my nose,And face all wind and weather;And when the year has run its race,I'll seek a new and nearer place;And hope to see your bonnie faceAt time of the Barley raking."Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?5So when the year was past and gone,And hay once more was making;Back to his love came faithful John,To find a rude awaking:For Betty thought it long to wait,So she had ta'en another mate,And left her first love to his fate,In spite of the Barley raking.Damsels oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor lovers do?
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'Twas in the prime of summer time,When hay it was a making;And harvest tide was coming on,And barley wanted raking;Two woeful lovers met one day,With sighs their sad farewell to say,For John to place must go away,And Betty's heart was breaking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?
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But hardly was her sweet-heart gone,With vows of ne'er forsaking;The foolish wench did so take on,To ease her bosom's aching—She sent a letter to her love,Invoking all the powers above,If he should e'er inconstant prove,To her and the Barley raking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?
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Now when this letter reached the youth,It put him in a taking;Sure of each other's love and truth,Why such a fuss be making?But being a tender hearted swain,From hasty words he did refrain,And wrote to her in gentle strain,To bid her cease from quaking.Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?
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"I've got as good a pair of shoesAs e'er were made of leather;I'll pull my beaver o'er my nose,And face all wind and weather;And when the year has run its race,I'll seek a new and nearer place;And hope to see your bonnie faceAt time of the Barley raking."Lovers oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor maidens do?
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So when the year was past and gone,And hay once more was making;Back to his love came faithful John,To find a rude awaking:For Betty thought it long to wait,So she had ta'en another mate,And left her first love to his fate,In spite of the Barley raking.Damsels oft have proved untrue;'las! what can poor lovers do?
H.F.S.
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1A ship came sailing over the seaAs deeply laden as she could be;My sorrows fill me to the brim,I care not if I sink or swim.2[25]Ten thousand ladies in the room,But my true love's the fairest bloom,Of stars she is my brightest sun,I said I would have her or none.3I leaned my back against an oak,But first it bent and then it broke,Untrusty as I found that tree,So did my love prove false to me.4Down in a mead the other day,As carelessly I went my way,And plucked flowers red and blue,I little thought what love could do.5I saw a Rose with ruddy blush,And thrust my hand into the bush,I pricked my fingers to the bone,I would I'd left that rose alone!6I wish! I wish! but 'tis in vain,I wish I had my heart again!With silver chain and diamond locks,I'd fasten it in a golden box.
1A ship came sailing over the seaAs deeply laden as she could be;My sorrows fill me to the brim,I care not if I sink or swim.2[25]Ten thousand ladies in the room,But my true love's the fairest bloom,Of stars she is my brightest sun,I said I would have her or none.3I leaned my back against an oak,But first it bent and then it broke,Untrusty as I found that tree,So did my love prove false to me.4Down in a mead the other day,As carelessly I went my way,And plucked flowers red and blue,I little thought what love could do.5I saw a Rose with ruddy blush,And thrust my hand into the bush,I pricked my fingers to the bone,I would I'd left that rose alone!6I wish! I wish! but 'tis in vain,I wish I had my heart again!With silver chain and diamond locks,I'd fasten it in a golden box.
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A ship came sailing over the seaAs deeply laden as she could be;My sorrows fill me to the brim,I care not if I sink or swim.
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Ten thousand ladies in the room,But my true love's the fairest bloom,Of stars she is my brightest sun,I said I would have her or none.
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I leaned my back against an oak,But first it bent and then it broke,Untrusty as I found that tree,So did my love prove false to me.
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Down in a mead the other day,As carelessly I went my way,And plucked flowers red and blue,I little thought what love could do.
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I saw a Rose with ruddy blush,And thrust my hand into the bush,I pricked my fingers to the bone,I would I'd left that rose alone!
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I wish! I wish! but 'tis in vain,I wish I had my heart again!With silver chain and diamond locks,I'd fasten it in a golden box.
H.F.S.
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1I toss my cap up into the air,And away whil'st all are sleeping,The host may swear, and the hostess stare,And the pretty maids be weeping:There is never a place that I do grace,Which a second time shall see my face;For I travel the world from place to place,And still am a Rambling Sailor.2O when I come to London town,Or enter any city,I settle down at the Bell or Crown,And court each lass that's pretty.And I say, "My dear, be of good cheer,I'll never depart, you need not fear!"But I traveled the country far and nearAnd still am a Rambling Sailor.3And if that you would know my name,I've any that you fancy,'Tis never the same, as I change my flame,From Bet, to Joan, or Nancy.I court maids all, marry none at all,My heart is round, and rolls as a ball,And I travel the land from Spring to Fall,And still am a Rambling Sailor.
1I toss my cap up into the air,And away whil'st all are sleeping,The host may swear, and the hostess stare,And the pretty maids be weeping:There is never a place that I do grace,Which a second time shall see my face;For I travel the world from place to place,And still am a Rambling Sailor.2O when I come to London town,Or enter any city,I settle down at the Bell or Crown,And court each lass that's pretty.And I say, "My dear, be of good cheer,I'll never depart, you need not fear!"But I traveled the country far and nearAnd still am a Rambling Sailor.3And if that you would know my name,I've any that you fancy,'Tis never the same, as I change my flame,From Bet, to Joan, or Nancy.I court maids all, marry none at all,My heart is round, and rolls as a ball,And I travel the land from Spring to Fall,And still am a Rambling Sailor.
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I toss my cap up into the air,And away whil'st all are sleeping,The host may swear, and the hostess stare,And the pretty maids be weeping:There is never a place that I do grace,Which a second time shall see my face;For I travel the world from place to place,And still am a Rambling Sailor.
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O when I come to London town,Or enter any city,I settle down at the Bell or Crown,And court each lass that's pretty.And I say, "My dear, be of good cheer,I'll never depart, you need not fear!"But I traveled the country far and nearAnd still am a Rambling Sailor.
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And if that you would know my name,I've any that you fancy,'Tis never the same, as I change my flame,From Bet, to Joan, or Nancy.I court maids all, marry none at all,My heart is round, and rolls as a ball,And I travel the land from Spring to Fall,And still am a Rambling Sailor.
C.J.S.
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