wfrus- University of California Berkeley flberr? Songs ant> Ballade NATIONAL BALLAD AND SONG Songs anfc Ballafcs PRIOR TO THE YEAR A.D. 1800 EDITED BY JOHN S. FARMER v.-i DUE I PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR SUBSCRIBERS ONLY MDCCCXCVH INDEX TO VOL. I AUTHORS, TITLES, FIRST LINES, REFRAINS, AND SOURCES AKF.ROYDE (S.) 188 "All Christians and Lay-Elders too" (SIR JOHN BIR- KENHEAD, Bagford Ballads, iii. 57). 118 "All in a greene meadowe" (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 82 "All you that are disposed now to hear a merry jest" (Roxburgh Ballads, iii. 1 66) 89 "Aminta one Night had occasion to Piss" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 2O2 And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys (Refrain) 5 Ane Pleasant Garland of Sweet Scented Flowers, (1835) 37 *75 277 279 'As Damon late with Chloe sat" (S. BOLTON, 1720) 228 "As honest Jacob on a night" (b. 1796} 257 "As I lay musing all alone" (c. 1707) 189 "As I lay on my lovely bead" (LAURENCE PRICE, c. 1654, Roxburgh Ballads, iii. 226) 105 "As I sat at my Spinning Wheel " (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 180 IY SONGS i. 282929 vi INDEX "As I was riding by the way" (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 71 "As I was walking I cannot tell where " (Rawlinson MS., c. 1610-50) 37 "As I went o'er yon misty moor" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 188 "As I went to Tottnam" (Choyce Drollery, 1666) 109 "As Lady Jane devoutly wise" (1766, DURFEY THE YOUNGER) 251 "As Oyster Nan stood by her tub" (c. 1705) . . 177 As she lay sleeping in her bed (Tune) 105 "As the fryer he went along" (Pills to Purge Me- lancholy, 1707) 197 Auld cripple Dow, The ^Tune) 257 Ay res by ALFONSO FERRABOSCO (1609) 29 W. CORKINE (1610) 34 Bagford Ballads 85, 118 Bathing Girles, The (Westminster Drollery, 1672) 148 Bathing Girles, The (Westminster Drollery, 1672) (Tune) 163 Beehive, The (Pills to Piirge Melancholy, 1707) . 206 Beggar- wench turn'd into a devil (Debauchery Scared, Roxburgh Ballads, 1685-8, ii. 101) 160 BERN (MRS.) , , . . 168 Behold the man (Tune) 4* "Beneath a cool shade" (Mrs. BERN, 1697) ... 168 BlRKENHEAD (SlR JOHN) Il8 Bob-Tail'd Lass, The (b. 1800) 275 BOLTON (SOL.) 228 Bonnie Dundee (Tune) 263 INDEX vii "Bonny Lass o' Liviston, The" (b. 1796) .... 254 Boye, Friar and, The 51 Broze and Butter (*. 1796) 264 BURNS (R.) 253, 254, 256, 257, 259, 261, 263, 264 265, 267, 269, 272, 274 "By the mole on your bubbles" (Musical Miscel- lany, 1731) 238 M Canst thou loue and lie alone" (Melismata,c. 16 1 1) 40 CAREY, H 228 "Certain Presbyterian Pair, A," (Musical Miscel- lany, 1729) 230 CHAPPELL, WILLIAM 89, 113, 159, 189 Choyce Ay rex (PLAYFORD J.) . 157 Choyce Drollery 109, 113 Clout the Couldron (Tune) 267 44 Come hither, good people" (Musical Miscellany \ 1 7 29) 230 'Come off of my mother. Sirrah' (Refrain) ... 35 Complements, Marrow of. 159 CORKINE (W.) 31 "Country Gentleman came up to town, A" (1685-8, Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 101) 160 Courteous Knight, The (1609, Roxburgh Ballads, ii. ai) 31 Courtiers Good morrow to his llistris, The (c. 1611) 40 CRIMSALL, RICHARD 89 Cuddie the Cooper (b. 1796) 263 Cumberland Lass, The (1674-80) 152 Cupid's Visions (or Dainty Damsels Dream, LAURENCE PRICE, c. 1654, Roxburgh Ballads, Ui. 226) . . 105 viii INDEX Dainty Damsels Dream, The (LAURENCE PRICE, c. 1654, Roxburgh Ballads, iii. 226) 105 Dainty ducke I chanced to meet, A (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 84 Debauchery Scared (1685-8, Roxburgh Ballads, ii- 101) 160 Devonshire Damsels Frollick, The (1685-8, Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 136-7) 163 Deuteromelia (1609) 31 Dildo, Nashes 14 Disaster, The sad 251 DORSET, THE EARL of 157 Dub'd Knight of the Forked Order, The (1660- 77, Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 114) 125 "Duncan Macleerie and Janet his wife" (b. 1796) . 267 Dunstable, Riding to 135 DURFEY (T.) 169, 208, 210 DURFEY THE YOUNGER 251 Fair Kitty, beautiful and young (Tune) . . . . 251 FERRABOSCO (ALFONSO) 29 Forked Order, The Dub'd Knight of the . . . . 125 " Four and twentieth day of May, The " (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 183 Four-Legg'd Elder, The (SiR JOHN BIRKENHEAD, Bagford Ballads, iii, 57) 118 Fryar and Boye, The (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620- 50) 51 Fryer and the Maid, The 187 Fumbler, The Old . 167 INDEX ix Gaberlunzie Man, The (JAMES V. SCOTLAND, . 1542) i Gallant Schemers Petition, The (Musical Miscellany, '730 238 Gather your rosebuds (Tune) 118 Green Grow the Rashes, O (*. 1796) 261 Gramachree (Tune) 274 "Gudewife when your gude man's frae harae" (* 1796) 256 HADDINGTON, EARL of 242 Harleian MS. 103 Harlot, The high priz'd (or The Penurious Quaker) 216 "Hee that hath no mistressc" (1610) 34 Help House of Commons, House oj Peers (Refrain) 1 1 8 "Her dainty palm I gently prest** (Marrow of Com- plements, 1685) 159 Horrible relation of a dog (or Four legg'd elder) . . 1 1 8 "I a tender young maid have been courted by many" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) ... 194 " I am a young Lass of Lynn " ( Pills to Purge Me- lancholy, 1707) 199 I am fallen aivay (Tune) 125 / cannot tell what to do (Refrain) 199 I cannot, winnot, man not buckle too (Refrain) . . 169 41 1 dreamed my Loue lay in her bed " (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 80 7 ha'e laid a herrirf in sa't (Tune) 259 " I have a tenement to let " (Pills to Purge Melan- choly, 1719) 218 x INDEX I'll tell you . . . how this knare served me (Refrain) 179 "I owed ray hostess thirty pounds" (c. 1720) . . 224 / pr>ythee now hear me, dear Molly (Refrain) . . 238 "I Rede you beware o' the Ripples young man" (R. BURNS, b. 1796) 253 "I went to the Alehouse as an honest woman should" (1707) 179 "I will fly into your arms" (c. 1720) 225 " In a May morninge I mett sweet nursse " (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 77 "It was a Lady of the North she lov'd a Gentleman" (1616, Roxburgh Ballads, iii. 230) ...... 41 "It was a puritanicall ladd" (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 73 "It was in June" (Westminster Drollery, 1672) . 148 JAMES V. of Scotland i, 5 Jenny beguil'd the Webster (Tune) 240 "Jenny sits up i' the laft" (b. 1796) 265 Jocky Mac Gill (Tune) 267 John Anderson my Jo (Tune) 256 Jolly Beggar, The ( JAMES V. of Scotland, b. 1542). 5 Jovial Companions, The (Bagford Ballads, i. 88) . 85 Joviall Pedler, The (1637-9, Roxburgh Ballads, . iii. 184) 96 Kind-hearted Creature, The (1630, Roxburgh Ballads, iii. 166-7) 89 Ladies of London (Tune) 1 60 Lass o'Liviston (b. 1796) 254 INDEX xi Lass of Lynn's Sorrowful Lamentation, The ( Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 199 Lass with the velvet a se, The (c. 1710) . . . . 214 Late Dialogue between Captain Low and his friend Dick (ROBERTSON OF STRUAN, b. 1749) .... 244 " Let the world run its course of capricious delight " (EARL of HADDINGTON, *. 1735) 242 LEVERIDGE (R.) 175 Little o* th'one with f other (Refrain) 137 14 Lusty Young Smith at his vice stood a filing, " A (1705, Pills to Purge Melancholy [1707], U. 198) 175 Lynn, The Lass of 199 Maid and a younge man, A {Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 75 "Maid, I dare not tell her name. A" (b. 1800). . 279 Maid of Tottenham, The (Choyce Drollery, 1666). 109 Maids have you any Cony, Cony skim (Refrain) 96 Maid's Lesson, The (c. 1710) 212 Maiden's Delight (1661, Merry Drollery) .... 137 "Man and a younge maid that loued. A" (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50} 75 Man he lay whopping, The (Refrain) 75 Man's Yard, A (Rawlinson MS., 1600-20) ... 10 Marrow of Complements 159 May morninge, In a 77 Melismata (1611) 40 Merry Drollery (1661). 41, 80, 116, 133, 135, 137, 140, 142 Merry Muses of Caledonia. 253, 254, 256, 257, 259 261, 263, 264, 266, 267, 269, 272, 274 xii INDEX "Methinks the poor town has been troubled too long" (EARL of DORSET, c. 1676) 157 MILES (A.) 125 Modern Prophets, The 208 Modiewark has done me ill, The (b. 1796) .... 272 Mother bcguil'd the daughter, The (Tune) .... 89 Musical Miscellany 228, 230, 236, 238 "My friend thy beauty seemeth good" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) 216 "My Mistress is a hive of bees in yonder flow'ry garden" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) . . 206 "My pretty maid fain would I know" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 204 My thing is my own (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 194 Nameless Maiden, The (b. 1800) 279 Narcissus, come kiss us (Rawlinson MS., c. 1610-50) 37 Nash his Dildo (THOMAS NASH, Rawlinson and Petyt MSS. y b. 1601) 13 NASH (THOMAS) 13 O for ane and twenty, Tarn (Tune) 272 O gie my love brose, lasses (Refrain) 264 O jolly Robin hold thy hande" (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) 47 "O Mither dear I gin to fear" (Orpheus Caledonius, 1753) 240 O never went Wimble in Timber more nimble (Refrain) 140 "O wat ye ought of Fisher Meg" (b. 1796) ... 261 INDEX xiii Off a Puritane (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) . . 73 "Oh mother, Roger with his kisses " (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 186 Oh.' to Bed to me, to Bed to me (Refrain) ... 152 Old Fumbler, The (*. 1695) 167 Old Wanton Lady, The (Dub'd Knight of the fork- ed order, 1660-77, Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 114) 125 "On Wednesday in the afternoon" (*. 1800) . . . 276 Orpheus Caledonius, see THOMSON (W.) ..... 240 Our John's Brak Yestreen (*. 1796) 274 Oyster Nan, As 177 PACK, MR. . .' 208 " Pardon, sweete flower of ma chic 3 poesye " (NASH, *. 1601) 15 Patriarch, The (*. 1796) 357 "Pauky auld carle cam ovir the lee, The" (Gaber- lunzie Man, JAMES V. of Scotland, b. 1542) . . i Pedler, Joviall, The 96 Pedlar Proud, The (c. 1750, Roxburgh Ballad, 01.656) 247 "Peggy in devotion, bred from tender years" (T. DURFEY, f.I7IO) 2IO Penurious Quaker, The (c. 1719, Pills to Purge Melancholy) 216 Percy Folio MS. (c. 1620-50) . . 26, 47, 49, 51, 71 73. 75. 77. 80, 82, 84 Pttyt MS. (b. 1601) 13 Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707) . . 175, 179, 183, 186 188, 192, 194, 197, 199, 202, 204, 206 Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719) . .85, 109, 1 1 8, 152 157. '69, 171, 177, 180, 208, 210, 216, 218, 220 xiv INDEX PLAYFORD (J.) (Choyce Ayres) 157 Pleasant Garland, Ane (b. 1800) . . . 275, 277, 279 "Ploughman he's a bonnie lad, The" (b. 1796) . . 269 Popular Music of the Olden Time (CHAPPELL) 6, 89 US' l8 9 Presbyterian Wedding, The (Musical Miscellany, 1729) 236. PRICE (LAURENCE) 105 PURCELL (HENRY) 167, 169 Puritan, A (Merry Drollery, 1661) 133 Puritane, Off" a (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) ... 73 Quaker, The Penurious - 216 Rattle, The (1766) 251 RAVENSCROFT, THOMAS 40 Rawlinson MS. (1600-50) lo, 13, 35, 37 Reed me a ridle : what is this (Rawlinson MS., c. 1600-20) 10 " Riding by the way, As I was " 71 Riding to London on Dunstable way ( Merry Drollery, 1661) 135 ROBERTSON OF STRUAN 244 Room for a Jovial Tinker : Old Brass to Mend (c. 1616, Roxburgh Ballads, Hi. 230) 41 "Rosebery to his lady says" (b. 1796) 266 Roxburgh Ballads, 31, 41, 89, 96, 105, 125, 160, 163, 247 Sad Disaster, The, (DURFEY THE YOUNGER, 1766). 251 Sally in our Alley (Tune) 228 School Master's Lesson, The (c. 1720) 225 Scotch Parson's Daughter, The (T. DURFEY, c. 1710) 210 INDEX xv SHARPS (C. KIRKPATRICK) 275 "She lay up to the navel bare" (Tune 116) . . . 131 - She lay all naked in her bed" ( Wit <5r Drollery, 1656) 1 1 6 SHEELES (J.) 238 Silent Flute, The (S. BOLTON, 1720) 228 Sing Boyes, Drink Boyes ^Refrain) 89 Sing trolly lolly (Refrain) 192 Sing, Stow the Fryer (Refrain) 197 "Smug rich and fantastic old Fumbler was known" (*. 1695) 6 7 "So merrily singeth the nightengale" (c. 1750, Rox- burgh Ballads, iii. 656) 247 So old, so old, so wondrous old (Refrain) .... 125 -Spinning Wheel, As I sat at my" 180 "Story, strange I will you tell, A" (Choyce Drollery, 1656) 113 "Supper is na Ready" (*. 1796) 267 Surprised Nymph, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 183 Taylor's faun thro' the bed (Tune) 253 Tell me mother, pray, now do (Refrain) .... 1 86 "Tell me, thou source of scandal, Dick" (b. 1740 ROBERTSON or STRUAN) 244 Tenement to let, A (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 17I9)- 2l8 "That God that dyed for vs all and drank both vinegar etc." (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) ... 51 Then she sang down a down (Refrain) 31 "There dwelt a man in Lanrickshire " (*. 1800) . 277 "There liv'd a Wife in Wnistle-cock-pen " (b. 1796) 259 "There was a buxom lass" (c. 1710) 214 xvi INDEX "There was a cooper they ca'd him Cuddy (b. 1796) 263 " There was a jolly beggar, and a begging he was born" (JAMES V. of Scotland, b. 1542) . 5 "There was a jovial! pedler" (1637-9, Roxburgh Ballads, iii. 184) 96 " There was a Lady in this land" (Merry Drollery, 1661) 142 "There was a lass in Cumberland" (c. 1674-80) . 152 " There was an old woman liv'd under a hill " (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 192 "There was three Birds that built very low" (Merry Drollery, 1661) 140 " There was three Travellers, Travellers three" (c. 1630, Bagford Ballads, i. 88) 85 This "way, that way, which way you will (Refrain) 171 " Thomas vntyed his points apace " (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 26 "Thomas you cannott " (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 26 THOMSON (W.) \_Orpheus Caledonius~\ 240 Three Merry Travellers (c. 1630, Bagford Ballads, i. 88) 85 Tinker, The (Merry Drollery, 1661) 142 To fall down, down, derry down (Refrain) ... 109 " Tom and William with Ned and Ben " (Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 136-7) 163 " Tom Tinker's my true love, and I am his dear " (c. 1698) 171 " To play upon a viol if a virgin will begin" (c. 1710) 212 Trooper Watering his Nagg, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 192 Turnep Ground, The (c. 1720) 224 INDEX xvii M Twa ncebour wives sat in the sun " (b. 1796, BURNS) 274 44 'T was a Lady born of high degree" (1660-77, Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 114-5) '25 *"Twas within a Furlong of Edinborough town" (DURFEY, 1697, Pills to Purge Melancholy) . . 169 "Upon a certain day when Mars and Venus met together" (Rawlinson MS., 1610-20) 35 " Venus, Mars, and Cupid " (Rawlinson MS., 1610- *o) 35 -Wad ye do that " (*. 1796) 256 Wanton Virgins Frighted, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) 220 Westminster Drollery 148 When first Amyntas su'd for a kiss (Tune) . . 202 When Phoebus address't himselfe to the West (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50) 49 White Thighs (b. 1735) 242 Who is to marry me (*. 1609) 29 Willie Steenson (b. 1800) 277 "Will ye na, can ye na let me be?" (b. 1796) . . 259 Willing Lover, The (Wit & Drollery, 1661) . . 131 Wit and Drollery 96, 103, 116, 131 With a dildo (Refrain) 113 With a down . . . up and down (Refrain) .... 230 With a hey ho, hey, derry derry down (Refrain) 41 With a Humbledum, Grumbledum (Refrain) . . 204 With a rub... in and out, in and out ho (Refrain) 175 Without ever a stiver of money (Refrain) .... 85 xviii INDEX " Would you have a young Virgin of fifteen years " (T. DURFEY, 1709) 208 " Yonder comes a courteous Knight " (Roxburgh Ballads, ii. 281) 31 Yorkshire Tale, A (Musical Miscellany, 1/29) . . 230 " You that delight in a jocular song" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) 220 Young Man of late, A (Merry Drollery, 1661). . 137 " Younge and simple though I am" (b. 1609) . . 29 Songs anb JSallabs THE GABERLUNZIE MAN [* 1542] [Attributed to JAMES V OF SCOTLAND and said to celebrate one of his own adventures with country girls]. The pauky auld carle came ovir the lee ,i y or artful Wi' mony good-eens and days to mee, Saying, Goodwife, for zour courtesie, Will ze lodge a silly poor man? f ra a The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down azont the ingle he sat; beyond My dochters shoulders he gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. cheerfully MERRY SONGS 2 THE GABERLUNZIE MAN " O wow !" quo he, " were I as free, As first when I saw this countrie, How blyth and merry wad I bee! become weary And I wad nevir think lang." llvel y He grew canty, and she grew fain, her old mother But little did her auld minny ken What thir slee twa togither were sayn, busy I'd clothe : a little open field enQuire went When wooing they were sa thrang. "AndO!" quo he, "arm ze were as black, As evir the crown of your dadyes hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back, And awa wi' me thou sould gang!" "And O!" quoth she, "ann I were as white, As evir the snaw lay on the dike, gay lid clead me braw, and lady-like, And awa with thee lid gang. Between the twa was made a plot; They raise a wee before the cock, And wyliely they shot the lock, And fast to the bent are they gane. Up the morn the auld wife raise, And at her leisure put on her claiths, Syne to the servants bed she gaes To speir for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed, whair the beggar lay, The strae was cauld, he was away; THE GABERLUNZIE MAN goods chest stolen alone loyal; true Scho clapt her hands, cry'd " Dulefu' day! For some of our geir will be gane." Some ran to coffer, and some to kist, But nought was stown that could be mist. She dancid her lane, cry'd, "Praise be blest! I have lodg'd a leal poor man." Since naithing's awa, as we can learn, The kim's to kirn, and milk to earn; churn go to the outer Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn, apartment ,,.,. i i t_ n to the inner And bid her come quickly ben. apartment The servant gaed where the dochter lay, The sheets was cauld, she was away; And fast to her goodwife can say, "Shes aff with the gaberlunzieman." did say "O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, And hast ze, find these trailers agen! For shee's be burnt, and hee's be slein, The wearifou gaberlunzieraan!" Some rade upo' horse, some ran a-fit; The wife was wood, and out o' her wit; She could na gang, nor yet could she sit, But ay did curse and did ban. Mean-time far hind, out owre the lee, Fu' snug in a glen, where nane could see, The twa, with kindlie sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang. O haste ; cause to ride troublesome a-foot mad ; furious far hence ; out over slice 4 THE GABERLUNZTE MAN proving : tasting The prievuig was gude, it pleas'd them baith ; To lo'e her for ay he gae her his aith. Quo she, "To leave thee I will be laith, My winsome gaberlunzieman. " O kend my minny I were wi' zou, Ill-fardly wad she crook her mou'. she'd never trust Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow, Aftir the gaberlunzieman." "My dear," quo he, " zee're zet owre zonge; And hae na leamt the beggar's tonge, To follow me frae toun to toun, And carrie the gaberlunzie on. " Wi' kauk and ked, HI win zour bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need Whilk is a gentil trade indeed, The gaberlunzie to carrie O! 111 bow my leg and crook my knee, And draw a black clout owre my ee; A criple or blind they will cau me, While we sail sing and be merry O!" bend doth; ra g THE JOLLY BEGGAR set forth THE JOLLY BEGGAR I*- '542] [Attributed to JAMES V OF SCOTLAND: see note to preceding song]. There was a jolly beggar, and a begging he was born. And he took up his quarters into a land 'art town, county farm- steading And we'll gang nae raair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. He wad neither ly in barn, not yet wad he in byre ; But in ahint the ha'door, or else afore the fire. behin d And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. The beggar's bed was made at e'en wi' good clean straw and hay, And in ahint the ha'door, and there the beggar lay. And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright 6 THE JOLLY BEGGAR Up raise the goodman's dochter and for to bar the door, And there she saw the beggar standin' i' the floor. And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. He took the lassie in his arms, and to the bed he ran, cautiously Q hooly, hooly wi' me, sir, ye'll waken our goodman . And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. The beggar was a cunnin' loon, and ne'er a word he spake, talk Until he got his turn done, syne he began to crack. And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. "Is there ony dogs into this town? maiden, tell me true." m mydove ey ""* "And what wad ye do wi' them, my hinny and my dow?" And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, THE JOLLY BEGGAR And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. " They'll rive a' my meal pocks, and do me meal bags meikle wrang." "O dool for the doing o't! are ye the poor man?" And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. Then she took up the meal pocks, and flang them o'er the wa'; * The deil gae wi' the meal pocks, my maiden- head, and a'!" And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. " I took ye for some gentleman, at least the laird of Brodie; O dool for the doing o't ! arc ye the poor bodic ? " And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. 8 THE JOLLY BEGGAR He took the lassie in his arms, and gae her kisses three, a sliver coin worth . , e i3^d. stg. And lour and twenty minder merk to pay the wet-nurse wage And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. He took a horn frae his side, and blew baith loud and shrill, And four and twenty belted knights came skipping o'er the hill. And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. And he took out his little knife, loot a' his rags duddies fa'; And he was the brawest gentleman that was amang them a'. And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. The beggar was a cliver loon, and he lap shoulder height : such "O, ay for sicken quarters as I gat yesternight!" THE JOLLY BEGGAR And we'll gang nae mair a roving Sae late into the night, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne'er so bright. io A MANS YARD A MANS YARD [c. 1600-1620] \Rawl MS. Poet. 216, If. 94 back]. Reed me a ridle: what is this You holde in your hand when you pisse? It is a kinde of pleasing stinge, A pricking and a pleasing thing; It is a stiffe shorte fleshly pole, That fittes to stopp a maydens hole; It is Venus wanton staying wand, That ne're had feet, and yet can stand; It is a penn with a hole in the toppe, To write betwene her two-leued booke; It is a thing both dumb and blinde, Yet narrowe holies in darke can finde; It is a dwarfe in height and length, And yet a giannt in his strength; It is a bachelours button newly cutt, The finest new tobacco pipe; It is the Zirus that makes dead vse When he did pull on Vulcans shooes; A MANS YARD n It is a grafte Home on a prettye head, A staffe to make a Countesse bedd; There is never a Ladye in this land But that will take it in her hand; The fayrest mayd that ere tooke liffe, For loue of this became a weife; And every wench, by her owne will, Would keepe [it] in her quiuer still. When sturdye stormes arise, Shall blustering windes appeare: I finde ofte tymes dust in ashes heare, Live kindled coles of fire. With good intent, marke well my minde, You shall herein a secrett find. \Then follows a kind of rebus: ] Oh, my faire misteres, J in; I o o W y ur thighes, The X in, And put my o o into your o, And then my o o shall wag apace, Sir, is H in your mistres then HI not to deepe, lest if thow o in and drowne my o o o in my o and driue your o o out of his place Owles, Farewell, I wish youi trees may growe 12 A MANS YARD like to your homes which make a famus showe, because they are grafted on a fethei bedd Therefore, good neighboures, I bid you all adue, Foi I haue written nothing but what that is true. NASH HIS DILDO 13 THE MERIE BALLAD OF NASH HIS DILDO [6. 1601] [By THOMAS NASH; Rawlinson MS. Poet. 216, leaves 96-106; also Petyt MS. (Inner Tern- pk), 538, Vol. 43, f. viii. 295*) hitherto unpublished : dedicated in Petyt MS. " To the right Honorable the Lord Southampton)"]. Pardon, sweete flower of Machles poesye, and fairest bud that euer red rose bare, although my muse, diuert from deepest care, presentes you with a wanton elegie. Ne blame my verse of loose inchastitye, for paynting forth the thinges that hidden be, only induced with varyetye, sith most men marke what I in speech descrie. Complayntes and prayses every man can write, and passion foorth there loue in statly rime; but of loues pleasure none did e're indite, that have succeeded in this latter time. Accept of it, deare loue, in gentle parte, and better farr, ere large, shall honor thee. C? r 14 THE MERIE BALLAD NASHES DILDO It was the merry moneth of February, when younge men in their brauery Rose in the morning, before breake of daye, to seeke their valentynes soe fresh and gaye. With whome they maye consorte in Somers shene, and daunce the high degree in our towne greene : And allso at Ester, and at Penticost, preambulate the fieldes that florish most: And goe into some village bordering neere, to tast the Cakes & creame and such good cheere, To see a playe of strange morality, showen by the bachelours of magnaminity, Whither our Country Franklins flockmeale swarme, and John and Joane come marching arme in arme. Even on the Hallowes of that blessed Sainct, that doth true lovers with those ioyes acquaint, I went, poore pilgrime, to my Ladyes shrine, to see if shee would be my valentyne. [? woe] But out, alas, she was not to be found, for she was shifted to another ground : Good Justice Dudgeon, with his crabbed face, with bills and staues had scard her from that place : And she poore wench, compeld for sanctuary to fly into a house of Venery. Thither went I, and bouldly made inquire if they had hackneys to lett out to hire, And what they craud by order of their trade, NASH HIS DILDO 15 to lett me ride a iourney on a iade. With that, stept forth a foggy three-chinde dame, that vsd to take younge wenches for to tame, And askt me, if soothe were my request, or only moud a question but in iest? u In iest, " quoth I, " that tenne yt as you will, I come for game ; therefore giue me my Gill. n " If that yt be, " quoth shee, u that you demaunde, Then giue me first a godes peny in my hand; For in our oratory, siccarly, none enters in, to doe his deuory, But he must paye his affidavit first, and then perhaps lie ease him of his thirst. " I, seeing her soe earnest for the box, I gaue her her due, and shee the doare vnlockes. Nowe I am entered, sweete Venus be my speede ! but wheres the female that must doe the deed ? Through blind meanders, and through crooked wayes, She leads me onward, as my author sayes, Vntill I came vnto a shady loft where Venus bouncing vestures skyrmish fought. m i h V oftj And there she sett me in a Lether chayre, and brought me forth, of wenches, straight a paire, And bad me choose which might content my eye ; but she I sought, I could noe waye espye. I spake her faire, and wisht her well to fare, " but soe yt is, I must haue fresher ware ; 1 6 THE MERIE BALLAD Wherefore, dame baud, soe dainty as you be, fetch gentle Mistres Francis vnto me." "By Holy dame," quoth shee, "and gods one mother I well perceaue you are a wyly brother; For if there be a morcell of better price, youle find yt out, though I be now soe nice. As you desire, soe shall you swiue with her ; but look, your purse-stringes shall abide yt deere ; For he whoole feed on quayles, must lauish crownes, and Mistres Fraunces, in her velvett gownes, Her ruffe and perriwigge soe fresh as May, Cannot be kept for halfe a crowne a daye." " Of price, good hostes, wee will not debate, although you assize me at the highest rate; Onely conduct me to this bonny bell, and tenn good gobletes vnto thee I'le tell, of gold or siluer, which shall like you best, soe much I doe her company request." Awaye she went, soe sweete a worde is golde, it makes invasion in the strongest holde; Loe, here she comes that hath my harte in keeping, sing lullaby, my cares and fall a sleeping. Sweeping she comes, as she would brush the ground : her Ratling silcke my senses doe Confound : Awaye I am ravisht: " voyd the chamber straight, I must be straight vppon her with my waight." "My Tomalyn," quoth she, and then she smiled: NASH HIS DILDO 17 "I, I," quoth I, "soe more men are beguiled With sighes and nattering woordes and teares, When in your deedes much falshood still apeares." "As how, my Tomalyn," blushing she replied, "because I in this dauncing should abide? [? school j If that be it that breedes thy discontent, we will remove the campe incontinent: For shelter only, sweete harte, cam I hither, and to avoyd the troublesome stormye weather; And since the coast is cleare, I will be gonne, for, but thy self, true louers I haue none." With that she sprungc full lightly to my lippes, and about my necke she hugges, she culles, she clippes, She wanton faynes, and falles vppon the bedd, and often tosses to and froe her head; She shakes her feete, and waggles with her tongue : Oh, whoe is able to forbeare so longe? "I come, I come, sweete Ladye, by thy leaue;" softely my fingers up theis curtaines heaue, And send me happye stealing by degrees, first vnto the feete, and then vnto the knees, And so ascend vnto her manly thigh a pox on lingering, when I come so nighe! Smocke, climbe apace, that I may see my ioyes, all earthly pleasures seeme to this but toyes, Compard be these delightes which I bchould, which well might keepe a man from being olde. MERRY SONGS i. 2 1 8 THE MERIE BALLAD A prettye rising wombe without a weiine, that shinefsl as bright as any christell gemme, And beares out like the riseing of a hill, at whose decline the[r] runnes a fountayne still, That hath her mouth besett with rugged briers, resembling much a duskye nett of wires: A lusty buttock, barrd with azure vaines, whose comely swellinge, when my hand restraines, Or harmles checketh with a wanton gripe, it makes the fruite thereof too soone be ripe, A pleasure pluckt to tymely from his springe it is, dyes e're it can enioye the vsed thinge. Godes, that ever any thing soe sweete, soe suddenly should fade awaye, and fleete! Her armes and legges and all were spredd, But I was all vnarmed, Like one that Quid's cursed hemlocke charmd, [Pefyt MS.] [So are my Limm's unwealdlie for the fight,] that spent there strength in thought of your delight. What shall I doe, to shewe my selfe a man? Yt will not be, for ought that beauty cann: 1 kisse, I clipp, I winck, I feele at will, Yet lyes he dead, not feeling good or ill. " By Holly dame (quoth she), and wilt not staund ? now lett me roule and rub it in my hand! [? silly] Perhapps the seely worme hath laboured sore, and worked soe that it cann doe noe more: Which if it be, as I doe greately dreade, NASH HIS DILDO 19 I wish ten thousand times that I weare dead. What ere it be, noe meanes shall lack in mee, That maye avayle for his recoverye." Which said, she tooke & rowld it on her thighe, and looking downe on it, did groane and sighe ; She haundled it, and daunced it vpp and downe, not ceasing till shee raisd it from [the swoune] ; [/>/>/ MS.] And then it flewe on her as it were wood, And on her breech laboured and foarn'd a good ; He rubd and peirct her euer to the bones, digging as deepe as he could digg for stones; Now high, now lowe, now stacking shorte and thicke, and diving deeper, peircte her to the quicke; Now with a girde he would his course rebate, then would he take him to a stately gate. Playe when he liste, and thrust he nere soe hard, poore patient Grissell lyeth at his ward, And giues and takes as With and fresh as Maye, and ever meetes him in the middle of the wayc. On her his eyes continually were fixt; with his eye-browes, her melting eyes were mixt, which, like the sunne, betwixt two glasses playes, from the one to the other casting rebounding rayes. She like a starr that, to requite his beames, suckes the influence of sweete Phebus streames, Imbathes the beames of his discending light in the deepest fountaines of the purest light. Shee, faire as fairest plannet in the skye, 20 THE MERIE BALLAD her puritye to noe man doth denye ; The verye chamber that includes her shine, seemes as the pallace of the gods devine, Whoe leades the daye about the Zodiacke, and in the even, settes of the ocean lake ; Soe feirce and fervent in her radiaunce, such flyeing breath she dartes at every glaunce pSyt MS.} ge ~ As mi g nt inflame the verry mappe of age, and cause pale death him suddenly t'asswage, And stand and gaze vppon those orient lampes, where Cupid all his ioyes incampes. \petyt MS.\ [And sitts and plays with euerie atomic That in her Sunne-beames swarme aboundantlie.] Thus striking, thus gazeing, we perseuere : but nought soe sure that will continue ever : "Fleete not soe fast," my ravisht senses cries, "sith my Content vppon thy life relyes, Which brought so soone from his delightfull seates, me, vnawares, of blissefull hope defeates ; \petyt MS.} [Togeather lett our equall motions stirr, togeather lett vs Hue and dye, my deare;] Togeather let vs march with one contente and be consum[e]d without languishmente. " As she prescribed, soe keepe we clocke and time, and euery stroake in order like a chime. Soe shee that here preferd me by her pyttye, vnto our musicke framd a groaning dyttye : " Alas, alas, that lone should be a sinne ! NASH HIS DILDO 21 even now my ioys and sorrows doe beginne ; Hould wyde thy lappe, my louely Danae, and entertaine this golden showry see, That drisling fall[s] into thy treasurye:" sweet Aprill flowers not halfe soe pleasaunt be, Nor NUus overflowinge Egipt playne, as is the balme that all her woombe destreynes. "Now, oh now," she trickling moues her lippes, and often to and fro she lightly startes and skippes : She yerkes her legges, and fresketh with her heeles : noe tongue can tell the pleasures that she feeles. * I come, I come, sweete death, rocke mee a-sleepe ! sleepe, sleepe, desire, intombe me in the deepe ! " "Not soe, my deare and dearest," she reply ed: " from vs two [? sweete] this pleasure must not glide, Vntill the sinnowie Chambers of our blood withould themselves from this ncwe prisoned flood ; And then we will, that then will come soe soone, Dissolued lye, as thoughe our dayes were done. " The whilest I speke, my soule is stealing hence, [MS. i] and life forsakes his earthly residence : 14 Staye but one houre, an houre is not soe much, nay, half an houre : and if thy haste be such, Naye, but a quarter, I will aske noe more, that thy departure, which torments me sore, May now be lengthened by a litle pawse, and take awaye this passions suddaine cause. He heares me not; hard harted as he is, 22 THE MERIE BALLAD [? hates] he is the scorne of time, angl hath my blisse: Time nere lookes backe ; the riuer nere returnes ; a second spring must helpe, or elles I burne : \Petyt -vs.] [No, no, the well is dry that should refresh me, The glasse is runne of all my destinie: Nature, of winter leauneth, nigardize, Who, as he ouerbeares the streame with ice That man nor beaste maie of their pleasance taste, So shutts she up hir conduit all in haste, And will not let her Nectar ouerflowe, Least mortall man immortall ioyes should knowe. Adieu, unconstant loue, to thy disporte; Adieu, false mirth, and melodies too shorte ; Adieu, faint-hearted instrument of lust, That falsely hath betrayde our equale trust.] Hensforth I will noe more implore thine ayde, Or thee for euer of Cowardice shall vpprayd: My little dildoe shall supplye your kinde, a youth that is as light as leaues in winde: He bendeth not, nor fouldeth any deale, but standes as stiffe as he were made of steele; \Pet y t A/S.] [And playes at peacock twixt my leggs right blithe And doeth my tickling swage with manie a sighe ;] And when I will, he doth refresh me well, and neuer makes my tender belly swell." Poore Priapus, thy kingdom needes must fall, eccept thou thrust this weakling to the wall; Behould how he vsurpes in bed and bower, NASH HIS DILDO 23 and vndermines thy kingdome euery hower: And slyly creepes betwene the barke and tree, and suckes the sap while sleepe deteyneth thee: He is my Mistres lake at euery sound, 3/?.]~ /lr. chasten that wold him better chast." Then said the goodman, "dame, not soe, I will not lett the yonge boy goe, he is but tender of age; Hee shall this yeere wz'th me abyde till he be growne more strong & tryde ffor to win better wage: "Wee haue a man, a sturdie lout, w&ch keepeth our neate the feilds about, & sleepeth all the day, Hee shall come home, as god me sheeld, and the Boy shall into the feild to keepe them if hee may." Then sayd the wiffe in verament, "husband, therto I giue consent, FRYAR AND BOYE 53 for thai I thinke it neede." On the Morrow when it was day, the litle boy, went on his way vnto the feild w/'th speede. Off noe man hee tooke anye care, but song " hey ho ! away the Mare ! " much mirth he did pursue; fforth hee went w/'th might & maine vntill he came vnto the plaine, where he his dinner drew. But when he saw it was soe bad, full litle list therto he had, but put it from sight, Saying he had noe list to tast, but thai his hunger still shold last till hee came home att Night. And as the boy sate on a hill, there came an old man him vntill, was walking by the way; "Sonne," he said, "god thee see!" " now welcome, father, may you bee ! " the little boy gan say. The old man sayd, " I hunger sore ; then hast thou any meate in store w^/ch thou mightest giue to me ? " 54 FRYAR AND BOYE The child reply ed, "soe god me saue! to such poore victualls as I haue, right welcome shall you be." Of this the old man was full gladd, the boy drew forth such as he hadd, & sayd "goe to gladlie." The old man easie was to please, he eate & made himselfe att ease, saying, "sonne, god amercye! "Sonne," he sayd, " thou hast giuen meate to me, & I will giue 3 things to thee, what ere thou wilt intreat." Then sayd the boy, "tis best, I trow, thai yee bestow on me a bowe wzth w^'ch I burds may gett." "A bow, my sonne, I will thee giue, the wfoch shall Last while thou dost liue, was neuer bow more fitt! ffor if thou shoot therin all day, waking or winking, or anye waye, the marke thou shalt hitt." Now when the bowe in hand he felt, & had the arrowes vnder his belt, hartilye he laught I-wiss, And sayd, " had I a pipe w/th-all, FRYAR AND BOYE 55 tho neuer litle or soe small, I then had all my wishe." "A pipe, sonne, thou shall haue alsoe, w^/ch in true Musicke soe shall goe I put thee out of doubt- As who thai Hues & shall it heare, shall haue noe power to forbeare, but laugh & leape about. "Now tell me what the 3 d . shalbee; for 3 things I will giue to thee as I haue sayd before." The boy then smiling, answere made, "I haue enough for my pore trade, I will desire noe more.** The old man sayd, "ray troth is plight, thou shalt haue all I thee benight; say on now, let me see." "Att home I haue," the boy replyde, * a cruell step dame full of pride, who is most curst to mee; "when meate my father giues to race, shee wishes poyson it might bee, and stares me in the face: Now when shee gazeth on me soe, I wold shee might a rapp let goe thai might ring through the place." 56 FRYAR AND BOYE The old man answered then anon, "when-ere shee lookes thy face vpon, her tayle shall wind the home Soe Lowdlye, thai who shold it heare shall not be able to forbeare, but laugh her vnto scorne. " Soe, farwell sonne ! " the old man cryed ; " god keepe you, Sir ! " the boy replyed, " I take my leaue of thee ! God, thai blest of all things, may keepe thee save both night & day ! " " gramercy, sonne ! " sayd hee. When it grew neere vpon the night, lacke, well pr fuming all the Mirthe; The Somners, as they had beene woode, leapt ore the formes & seates a goode, & wallowed on the earth. Wenches thai for their pennance came, & other Meeds of wordlye shame, danct euery one as fast; Each sett on a merry pin, 70 FRYAR AND BO YE some broke their heads, & some their shin, & some their noses brast. The officiall thus sore turmayld, Halfe swelt wi/A sweat, & almost spoyld, cryed to the wanton childe 'To pipe noe more within that place, but stay the sound, euen for gods grace, & loue of Mary Milde.' lacke sayd, " as you will, it shal be, provided I may hence goe free, & no man doe me wrong, Neither this woman nor this fryer, nor any other creature heere." he answered him anon, "lacke, I to thee my promise plight, in thy defence I mean to fight, & will oppose thy fone." lacke ceast his pipes: then all still stood; some laughing hard, some raging woode. soe flatted at thai tide The Officiall & the Somner, the stepdame & the wicked fryer, wz'th much Toy, mirth, and pride. AS I WAS RIDINGE BY THE WAY 71 AS I WAS RIDINGE BY THE WAY [c. 162050]. [Percy Folio Manuscript, page 104 of MS.]. As I was ryding by the way, a woman prafered me a bagge, & 40*7*. cattell more, to stay & giue her belly but a swagge. A pox on the whore, they were but scrapps thai I supposed was single monye; the cattell had lice, or else p*rhapps I had light and tooke her by the coney. I had not further rydd a Myle but I mett with a market Maide who sunge, the way for to beguile, in these same words, and thus shee said: 44 1 see the Bull dothe Bull the cow; & shall I Hue a maiden still? I see the bore doth brim the sow; & yet there is neuer a lacke for gill." I had some hope, & to her spoke, "sweet hart, shall I put my flesh in thine? 72 AS I WAS RIDINGE B\ THE WAY "with all my hart, Szr! yowr nose in my arse," qwth she, "for to keepe out the winde." Shee ryde vpon a tyred mare, & to reuenge noe time wrthstoode, I bluntlye asket pro to occupye her; but first shee wold know wherfore thai was good. "It will make thee liuely," I did say, " put loy and spiritt in stead of woee. " " then occupy my mare, I pray, good Sir, for shee can hardly e goe." I milder grew, & wold but feele: She said she was neuer felt, but kist; I was content, & shee said, "weele, youst kisse my bum and feele my fist." I was red & pale w/th shame & spight to be soe answered of the drabb, thai I swore, & spurrd, & away did ride, & of my wooinge was noe blabbe. OFF A PURITANE OFF A PURITANE [c. 162050] [Percy Folio Manuscript, page 182 of MS.]. It was a puritanicall ladd thai was called Mathyas, & he wold goe to Amsterdam to speake with Ananyas. he had not gone past halfe a mile, but he mett his holy sister; hee layd his bible vnder her breeche, & merylye hee kist her. 44 Alas ! what wold they wicked say ? " qwoth shee, M if they had scene itt ! my Buttocckes the lye to lowe: I wisht appocrypha were in itt!" " but peace, Sweet hart, or ere wee p0;t, I speake itt out of pure devotion, by yee & nay lie not away till thou feele my spiritts motion. " The huft & puft with many heaues, till thai the both were tyred, " alas ! " qzorth shee, " youle spoyle the leaues my peticoates all Myred! 74 OFF A PURITANE if wee professors shold bee knowne to the English congregation eyther att Leyden or Amsterdam, itt wold disgrace our nation; "But since itt is, thai patt wee must, tho I am much vnwilling, good brother, lets haue the tother thrust, & take thee this fine shilling to beare thy charges as thou goes, & passage ore the ocean." then downe shee Layd, & since tis sayd, shee quencht his spirits motion. A MAID AND A YOUNGE MAN 75 A MAID AND A YOUNGE MAN [c. 162050] [Percy Folio Manuscript, page 197 of MS.]. A man and a younge maid thai loued a long time were tane in a frenzye ithe Midsomwer prime; the maid shee lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. Thus talking & walking the came to a place Inuironed about w/th trees & with grasse, The maid shee lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. He shifted his hand wheras he had placet, hee handled her knees instead of her wast, The Maid shee lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. He shifftcd his hand till hee came to her knees, he tickeled her, & shee opened her thyhes, yett s[t]ill shee lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. ;6 A MAID AND A YOUNGE MAN He h ottered & totered, & there was a line that drew him on forward ; he went on amaine ; yett still shee lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. He light in a hole ere he was aware! the lane itt was streat; he had not gone farr, but shee fell a kissing, hye! and he lay drooping, hoe, and he lay drooping, hoe. "My Billy, my pilly! how now?" q#0th shee; " gett vp againe, Billy, if thai thou louest me ; " yett still he Lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. He thought Mickle shame to lye soe longe; he gott vp againe & grew very strong; the Mayd shee Lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. The trees & the woods did wring about, and euery leafe began to showte, and there was such drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. IN A MAY MORNINGE 77 IN A MAY MORNINGE fr. 1620-50] \Percy Folio Manuscript, page 383 of MS.]. In a may morning I mett sweet nursse w/th a babe in her armes, sweetly cold busse. I wold to god itt were mine ! I shold be glad ont ! ffor it was a merry mumping tiling, who ere was dad ont. I saluted her kindlye, & to her I sayd, " god morrow, sweet honye, and you be a mayd ; or if you wold shew to me, I shold be glad ont ; or if you wold tell me who is the right dad ont." 41 The dad of my child, S/r, I doe not well know, ffor all thai lay w/th mee refuseth me now from one to the other; still I wold be rid ont." 14 but whosoeuer gott the Child, He be the dad ont." M lie take itt in mine armes, & wislye He worke, He lay itt the hye way as men come from kirke, & eu*rye one thai comes by shall haue a . glance or ly glegge ont, look vntill I haue ffound out a man, the right dad ont." 78 IN A MAY MORNINGE There came a kind Scotchman whose name is not knowne, sayes hee to this sweet hart, " this babye is mine owne; come bind it vpon my backe ; lone shall be rid ont ; for whosoeu