On meads and lawns we trip like fauns, We have no twinge to make us cringe, SIR JOHN BARLEYCORN. From "The English Dancing-Master; or, Plain and Easy Rules for Country Dances," 1651. As I went through the North country, I heard a merry meeting; A pleasant toy, and full of joy, Two noblemen were greeting. And as they walked forth to shoot, With whom they had a fray. His name was Sir John Barleycorn, Who had a kinsman dwelt him nigh, Another named Richard Beer, Another worthy knight was there, Call'd Sir William White-wine. Some of them fought in a black-jack, But the chiefest in a black pot, Sir Barleycorn fought in a bowl, Who won the victory; Which made them all to fume and swear That Barleycorn should die. Some said "kill him," some said "drown," For as many as follow Barley-corn, Then with a plough they ploughed him up, To bury him quick within the earth, And with a pitchfork that was sharp, And like a thief for treason vile, And tending him with weapons strong, And straight they mow'd him in a mow, Then he lay groaning by the walls, They hired two men with holly clubs, They thwacked so hard on Barley-corn And then they took him up again, And then they knit him in a sack, And then they took him up again, They rubbed him and stirrèd him, The malt-man likewise vowed his death, They pulled and hauled him up in spite, And threw him on a kiln, And dried him o'er a fire bright," The more to work their will. All you good wives that brew good ale, But if you put too much water in, The devil put out your eyne! This ballad, of which a modern version, slightly altered from the above by Robert Burns, has become more popular than its prototype, was originally sung to the tune of "Stingo,” or "Oyle of Barley." The same tune was afterwards called "Cold and Raw." "This tune," says Sir John Hawkins, in his History of Music, "was greatly admired by Queen Mary, the consort of King William; and she once affronted Purcell by requesting to have it sung to her, he being present. The story is as follows:-The Queen having a mind, one afternoon, to be entertained with music, sent to Mr. Gosling, then one of her Chapel, and afterwards Sub-Dean of St. Paul's, to Henry Purcell, and to Mrs. Arabella Hunt, who had a very fine voice, and an admirable hand on the lute, with a request to attend her. They obeyed her commands. Mr. Gosling and Mrs. Hunt sang several compositions of Purcell, who accompanied them on the harpsichord. At length, the Queen, beginning to grow tired, asked Mrs. Hunt if she could not sing the ballad of 'Cold and Raw;' Mrs. Hunt answered, yes, and sung it to her lute. Purcell was all the while sitting at the harpsichord, unemployed, and not a little nettled at the Queen's preference of a vulgar ballad to his music, but seeing her Majesty delighted with this tune, he determined that she should hear it upon another occasion; and, accordingly, in the next birth-day song; viz.-that for the year 1692, he composed an air to the words 'May her bright example chace vice in troops out of the land,' the bass whereof is the tune to Cold and Raw.'" THE FAIRY QUEEN. From "Percy's Reliques." COME, follow, follow me, Come, follow Mab your queen. When mortals are at rest, Through key-holes we do glide; And, if the house be foul There we pinch their arms and thighs; |