But they shall answer, another day, The one may have tugged, the other have held; Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. What do you say to the Silver Flagons fine? And swears he hath lost both Flagon and Man! Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. A Leather Bottel, we know, is good; It will revive the spirits, and comfort the brain; For I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. Also, the honest Scythe-man too, For I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. And likewise the Haymakers, they, When as they are turning and making their hay, In summer weather, when as it is warm, A good Bottel-full then, will do them no harm! To drink in their Bottels of Ale nut-brown. Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. Also, the Leader, Lader, and the Pitcher, And if his liquor be almost gone; You must go drink at some spring, or well; Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. Thus, you may hear of a Leather Bottel, When it is filled with liquor full well, Though the substance of it be but small; Yet the name of the thing is all! There's never a Lord, Earl, or Knight, But in a Bottel doth take delight! For when he is hunting of the deer; He often doth wish for a Bottel of Beer! Likewise the man that works at the Wood, A Bottel of Beer doth oft do him good! Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c. Then, when this Bottel doth grow old, And will good liquor no longer hold; Out of the side, you may take a clout; Will mend your shoes, when they're worn out! Else, take it, and hang it upon a pin; It will serve to put many odd trifles in, As hinges, awls, and candle-ends: For young beginners must have such things! Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell! THE RURAL DANCE ABOUT THE MAYPOLE. The Tune. The first Figure Dance at Master COME, Lasses and Lads! Take leave of your dads; And away to the Maypole, hey! Has got him a She; With a Minstrel standing by. For WILLY has gotten his JILL, and JOHNNY has got his JOAN, To jig it, jig it, jig it, jig it, jig it up and down! 'Strike up!', says WAT. For this is a holiday!' Then every man did put his hat off to his Lass; And every Girl did curchy, curchy, curchy, on the grass. 'Begin!', says HAL. 'I!I! [Aye! Aye!]', says MALL, 'We'll first have Sellenger's Round!' Then ev'ry man began to foot it round about; And ev'ry Girl did jet it, jet it, jet it in and out. 'Y' are out!', says DICK. And so says nimble ALICE. The Fidler then began to play the tune again, 'Let's kiss!', says JANE. 'Content!', says NAN; And so says every She. 'How many?', says BATT. 'Why three!', says MATT. 'For that 's a Maiden's fee!' But they, instead of threc, did give them half a score: And they, in kindness, gave them, gave them, gave them as many more. |