Farewell to the Fairies
Farewell rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they sweep their hearths no lessThan maids were wont to do,Yet who of late, for cleanliness,Finds sixpence in her shoe?At morning and at evening both,You merry were and glad,So little care of sleep or slothThose pretty ladies had.When Tom came home from labour,Or Cis to milking rose,Then merrily went their tabor,And nimbly went their toes.Witness those rings and roundelaysOf theirs, which yet remain,Were footed in Queen Mary’s daysOn many a grassy plain;But since of late Elizabeth,And later, James came in,They never danced on any heathAs when the time hath been.By which we note the fairiesWere of the old profession,Their songs were Ave-Maries,Their dances were procession:But now, alas! they all are dead,Or gone beyond the seas;Or farther for religion fled,Or else they take their ease.A tell-tale in their companyThey never could endure,And whoso kept not secretlyTheir mirth, was punished sure;It was a just and Christian deedTo pinch such black and blue:O how the commonwealth doth needSuch justices as you!
Farewell rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they sweep their hearths no lessThan maids were wont to do,Yet who of late, for cleanliness,Finds sixpence in her shoe?At morning and at evening both,You merry were and glad,So little care of sleep or slothThose pretty ladies had.When Tom came home from labour,Or Cis to milking rose,Then merrily went their tabor,And nimbly went their toes.Witness those rings and roundelaysOf theirs, which yet remain,Were footed in Queen Mary’s daysOn many a grassy plain;But since of late Elizabeth,And later, James came in,They never danced on any heathAs when the time hath been.By which we note the fairiesWere of the old profession,Their songs were Ave-Maries,Their dances were procession:But now, alas! they all are dead,Or gone beyond the seas;Or farther for religion fled,Or else they take their ease.A tell-tale in their companyThey never could endure,And whoso kept not secretlyTheir mirth, was punished sure;It was a just and Christian deedTo pinch such black and blue:O how the commonwealth doth needSuch justices as you!
Farewell rewards and fairies,Good housewives now may say,For now foul sluts in dairiesDo fare as well as they.And though they sweep their hearths no lessThan maids were wont to do,Yet who of late, for cleanliness,Finds sixpence in her shoe?
Farewell rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say,
For now foul sluts in dairies
Do fare as well as they.
And though they sweep their hearths no less
Than maids were wont to do,
Yet who of late, for cleanliness,
Finds sixpence in her shoe?
At morning and at evening both,You merry were and glad,So little care of sleep or slothThose pretty ladies had.When Tom came home from labour,Or Cis to milking rose,Then merrily went their tabor,And nimbly went their toes.
At morning and at evening both,
You merry were and glad,
So little care of sleep or sloth
Those pretty ladies had.
When Tom came home from labour,
Or Cis to milking rose,
Then merrily went their tabor,
And nimbly went their toes.
Witness those rings and roundelaysOf theirs, which yet remain,Were footed in Queen Mary’s daysOn many a grassy plain;But since of late Elizabeth,And later, James came in,They never danced on any heathAs when the time hath been.
Witness those rings and roundelays
Of theirs, which yet remain,
Were footed in Queen Mary’s days
On many a grassy plain;
But since of late Elizabeth,
And later, James came in,
They never danced on any heath
As when the time hath been.
By which we note the fairiesWere of the old profession,Their songs were Ave-Maries,Their dances were procession:But now, alas! they all are dead,Or gone beyond the seas;Or farther for religion fled,Or else they take their ease.
By which we note the fairies
Were of the old profession,
Their songs were Ave-Maries,
Their dances were procession:
But now, alas! they all are dead,
Or gone beyond the seas;
Or farther for religion fled,
Or else they take their ease.
A tell-tale in their companyThey never could endure,And whoso kept not secretlyTheir mirth, was punished sure;It was a just and Christian deedTo pinch such black and blue:O how the commonwealth doth needSuch justices as you!
A tell-tale in their company
They never could endure,
And whoso kept not secretly
Their mirth, was punished sure;
It was a just and Christian deed
To pinch such black and blue:
O how the commonwealth doth need
Such justices as you!
Richard Corbet (1582–1635).