And down she went the common dale;
With all the hounds at her tail!
With Yeaffe a yaffe! Yeaffe a yaffe!'
'Hey Troll! Hey Chaunter! Hey Jumboll!'
With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c.
See, how Chooper chops it in!
And so doth Gallant now begin!
Look, how Troll begins to tattle!
Tarry a while, ye shall hear him prattle!
With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c.
For Beauty begins to wag her tail!
Of Cleanly's help, we shall not fail!
And Chaunter opens very well!
But Merry, she doth bear the bell!
With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c.
Go, prick the path; and down the lane,
She useth still her old train!
She is gone to what-call Wood;
Where we are like to do no good!
With a hey trolly, lolly, lo! &c.
THE MARRIAGE OF THE FROG
AND THE MOUSE.
IT was the Frog in the Well ;
Humble dum! Humble dum!
And the merry Mouse in the Mill.
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
The Frog would a wooing ride;
Humble dum! Humble dum!
Sword and buckler by his side.
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
When he was upon his high horse set;
Humble dum! Humble dum!
His boots, they shone as black as jet!
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
When he came to the merry Mill-pin, Humble dum! Humble dum!
'Lady Mouse, be you within?' Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
Then came out the dusty Mouse,
Humble dum! Humble dum!
'I am Lady of the house!'
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
'Hast thou any mind of me?'
Humble dum! Humble dum! 'I have e'en great mind of thee!' Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
'Who shall this marriage make?' Humble dum! Humble dum! 'Our Lord, which is the Rat!' Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
'What shall we have to our supper?'
Humble dum! Humble dum!
'Three beans in a pound of butter!'
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
When supper they were at,
Humble dum! Humble dum!
The Frog, the Mouse, and even the Rat.
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
Then came in GIB our Cat,
Humble dum! Humble dum!
And catched the Mouse, e'en by the back.
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
Then did they separate;
Humble dum! Humble dum!
And the Frog leaped on the floor so flat.
Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
Then came in DICK our Drake;
Humble dum! Humble dum! And drew the Frog, even to the lake. Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
The Rat ran up the wall.
Humble dum! Humble dum!
A goodly company! The Devil go with all! Tweedle, tweedle, twino!
MAY I find a woman fair;
And her mind as clear as air!
If her beauty go alone,
'Tis to me, as if 'twere none !
May I find a woman rich;
And not of too high a pitch!
If that pride should cause disdain,
Tell me, Lover! Where's thy gain?
May I find a woman wise;
And her falsehood not disguise!
Hath She wit, as She hath will,
Double-armed She is to ill!
May I find a woman kind;
And not wavering like the wind!
How should I call that Love mine,
When 'tis his! and his! and thine!
May I find a woman true!
There is Beauty's fairest hue!
There is Beauty, Love, and Wit;
Happy he can compass it!
LIKE a ring, without a finger,
Or a bell, without a ringer;
Like a horse was never ridden,
Or a feast, and no guest bidden;
Like a well, without a bucket,
Or a rose, if no man pluck it:
Just such as these, may She be said,
That lives, ne'er loves; but dies a Maid!
The ring, if worn, the finger decks!
The bell, pulled by the ringer, speaks!
The horse doth ease, if he be ridden!
The feast doth please, if guests be bidden!
The bucket draws the water forth!
The rose, when plucked, is still most worth!
Such is the Virgin, in my eyes,
That lives, loves, marries, ere She dies.
Like to a stock not grafted on,
Or like a lute not played upon;
Like a jack, without a weight,
Or a bark, without a freight;
Like a lock, without a key,
Or a candle in the day:
Just such as these, may She be said,
That lives, ne'er loves; but dies a Maid!
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