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Page 225 - To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so, See that your notes strain not too low, For still, methinks, I see her frown ; Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go, tune your voices...
Page 226 - Go tune your voices' harmony, And sing, I am her lover ; Strain loud and sweet, that every note With sweet content may move her. And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still, methinks, I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons, warble.
Page 229 - By by lully lullay, Lully lullay thou littell tyne child, By by lully lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This pore yongling, for whom we do singe By by lully lullay. Herod the king, in his raging, Chargid he hath this day; His men of might, in his owne sight, All yonge children to slay. That wo is me, pore child for thee, And ever morne and say; For thi parting, nether say nor sing, By by lully lullay.
Page 224 - Trowl the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, And here, kind mate, to thee : Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, And down it merrily.
Page 223 - But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo ; See where she sitteth : come away, my joy ; Come away, I prithee : I do not like the cuckoo Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
Page 136 - By the moon we sport and play, With the night begins our day : As we dance the dew doth fall, Trip it, little urchins all. Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.
Page 224 - COLD'S the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed: 111 is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need.
Page 15 - The birds sang sweet in the midst of the day ; I dreamed fast of mirth and play ; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go ; But when I waked, it was not so : In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Page 140 - All travellers, as they do pass on their way, At gentlemen's halls are invited to stay, Themselves to refresh, and their horses to rest, Since that he must be Old Christmas's guest ; Nay, the poor shall not want, but have for relief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roastbeef.