ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT! THIS night is my departing night; What I have done, thro' lack of wit, I hope ye're a' my friends as yet; Good Night! and joy be with you all! ART thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers? Art thou rich; yet is thy mind perplexed? Dost thou laugh, to see how fools are vexed Work apace! apace! apace! apace! Then Hey noney, noney! Hey noney, noney! Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring? O, sweet content! [tears? Swim'st thou in wealth; yet sink'st in thine own O, punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears, Work apace! apace! apace! apace! &c. THE FIRST THREE-MEN'S SONG. O, THE month of May! the merry month of May! So frolic! so gay! and so green! so green! so green! O, and then did I, unto my True Love say, Sweet PEG, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen! 'Now the nightingale! the pretty nightingale! Come away, THE SECOND THREE-MEN'S SONG. COLD 's the wind, and wet 's the rain; Troll the bowl! the jolly nut-brown bowl! [As often as there be men to drink.] Let's sing a dirge for Saint HUGH's soul; Down a down! Hey down a down! Hey derry derry down a down! Ho, well done, to let me come! [At last, when all have drunk, this verse.] TO HIS DEAREST SON, HENRY THE PRINCE. GOD gives not Kings the style of Gods in vain ; Observe the statutes of your heavenly King! And from his law, make all your laws to spring; Since his Lieutenant here, ye should remain! Reward the just! Be steadfast, true, and plain! Repress the proud! maintaining aye the right! Walk always so, as ever in his sight; Who guards the godly, plaguing the profane! WILLY, prithee, go to bed! With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! It is like to be fair weather; With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c. Couple Finch with Black Troll! For she doth know her duty! With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c. Let Merry go loose! It makes no matter! For Cleanly, sometimes she will clatter: And yet, I am sure, she will not stray; But keep with us still, all the day! With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c. With O, masters! and wot you where? |