. A little book of songs and ballads, gathered from ancient musick books, ms. and printed . rus.—Tosse the pot, &c. 130 SONGS AND BALLADS. XL VIII. JHetfjitiftes one Eootfj is ©rge^ (from the same.) Trudge away quickly and fill the black bole, Devoutly as long as wee bide;Now welcome good fellowes, both strangers andall, Let madnes and mirth set sadnes aside. Of aU reckonings, I love good cheere,With honest folkes in company; And when drinke comes my part for to beare,For still methinkes one tooth is drye. Love is a pastime for a king, If one be scene in Phisnomie;But I love well this pot to w
. A little book of songs and ballads, gathered from ancient musick books, ms. and printed . rus.—Tosse the pot, &c. 130 SONGS AND BALLADS. XL VIII. JHetfjitiftes one Eootfj is ©rge^ (from the same.) Trudge away quickly and fill the black bole, Devoutly as long as wee bide;Now welcome good fellowes, both strangers andall, Let madnes and mirth set sadnes aside. Of aU reckonings, I love good cheere,With honest folkes in company; And when drinke comes my part for to beare,For still methinkes one tooth is drye. Love is a pastime for a king, If one be scene in Phisnomie;But I love well this pot to wring, For still methinkes one tooth is drie. SONGS AND BALLADS. 131 Masters, this is all my desire, I would no drinke should passe us by ;Let us now sing and mend the fier, Tor still methinkes one tooth is drye. Mr. Butler, give us a taste Of your best drinke so gently;A jugge or twain, and make no waste. For still methinkes one tooth is drie. Mr. Butler, of this take part; Ye love good drinke as weU as I;And drinke to mee with aU your hart, For still methinkes one tooth is 132 SONGS AND BALLADS. XLIX. Feom Weelkes Ayeres or Phantasticke Spirits for threevoices Printed by William Bariey, 1608, 4to. Strike it up, tabor And pipe us a favour; Thou shalt be well paid for thy labour: I meane to spend my shoe sole, To daunce about the May pole: I will be blith and briske ; Leap and skip. Hop and trip, Turne about, In the rout,Until my weary joyntes can scarse friske. Lusty Dicke Hopkin, Lay on with thy napkin, The stitching cost me but a dodkin : The morris were halfe undone Wert not for Martin of Compton. SONGS AND BALLADS. 133 O well said jiging Alice,Pretty GiU,Stand you Jacke,Meanes to now ! fie, fie, fie, you dance false ! 12 \ 134 SONGS AND EALLADS. < L. W^t IHanmr of tfje TOorlti noto a tjages, (from the same.) Ha ha ha ha ! this world doth passe Most merily He bee sworne;For many an honest Indian asseGoes for a unicorne. Eara diddle deyno;
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