ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT!

THIS night is my departing night;
For here nae langer must I stay!
There's neither friend, nor foe, o' mine,
But wishes me away!

What I have done, thro' lack of wit,
I never, never, can recall!

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? O, sweet content!

Art thou rich; yet is thy mind perplexed?
O, punishment!

Dost thou laugh, to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers? O, sweet content! O, sweet content!

Work apace! apace! apace! apace!
Honest labour bears a lovely face!
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,
No burden bears; but is a King! a King!
O, sweet content! O, sweet content!
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 ! The sweetest singer in all the forest's quire, [tale! Entreats thee, sweet PEGGIE! to hear thy True Love's Lo, yonder she sitteth; her breast against a briar! '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 PEGGIE and I kiss and toy!' O, the month of May! the merry month of May! &c.

THE SECOND THREE-MEN'S SONG.
COLD's the wind, and wet 's the rain;
Saint HUGH be our good speed!

Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain;
Nor helps good hearts in need!

Troll the bowl! the jolly nut-brown bowl!
And here, kind mate, to thee!
[As often as there be men to drink.]

Let's sing a dirge for Saint HUGH's soul;
And drown it merrily!

Down a down! Hey down a down!
Hey derry derry down a down!
Ho, well done, to let me come!
Ring compass, gentle joy!

[At last, when all have drunk, this verse.]
Cold 's the wind, and wet 's the rain; &c.

TO HIS DEAREST SON,
HENRY THE PRINCE.

GOD gives not Kings the style of Gods in vain ; For, on his throne, his sceptre do they sway! And as their subjects ought them to obey;

So Kings should fear and serve their GOD again! If, then, ye would enjoy a happy reign,

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! And so ye shall in princely virtues shine; Resembling right your mighty King divine.

WILLY, prithee, go to bed!

For thou wilt have a drowsy head!
To-morrow, we must a hunting;
And betimes be stirring!

With a hey trolly, lolly, lo!
Trolly, lolly, lo!

It is like to be fair weather;
Couple up all thy hounds together!
Couple Jolly and Little Jolly!
Couple Troll with Old Tolly!

With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c.

Couple Finch with Black Troll!
Couple Chaunter with Jumboll!
Let Beauty go at liberty;
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?
This other day I start a hare
On what-call Hill, upon the knoll;
And there she started before Troll!
With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c.