But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? If tinkers may have leave to live Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, XXIX PEDLAR'S CRIES AWN as white as driven snow; LA Cypress black as e'er was crow ; Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, any thread, Any toys for your head, Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar ; Money's a medler That doth utter all men's ware-a XXX BACCHANALIAN SONG COME, thou Monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! In thy fats our cares be drown'd, With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd : Cup us, till the world go round, Cup us, till the world go round! XXXI A COUNTRY FELLOW'S SONG Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And praise God for the merry year ; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there And ever among so merrily. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; And welcome merry Shrove-tide :— A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, And a merry heart lives long-a. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. XXXII A CLOWN'S HELEN AS this fair face the cause, quoth she, WAS Why the Grecians sackéd Troy? Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam's joy? With that she sighed as she stood, There's yet one good in ten. |