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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;
ART thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers? O, sweet content!
Art thou rich; yet is thy mind perplexed?
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!
Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring?
Then he that patiently want's burden bears,
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.
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain;
Troll the bowl! the jolly nut-brown bowl!
Let's sing a dirge for Saint HUGH's soul;
Down a down! Hey down a down!
[At last, when all have drunk, this verse.]
TO HIS DEAREST SON,
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!
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!
Let Merry go loose! It makes no matter!
With O, masters! and wot you where?