A Book of old English love songs . ^>OttQ Of £UtOtyCU0 When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o the year;For the red blood reigns in the winters pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how theysing!Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.[5o]. W$t £>ong of #utol£cu$ The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the Are summer songs for me and my aunts,While we lie tumbling in the hay. But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? The pale
A Book of old English love songs . ^>OttQ Of £UtOtyCU0 When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o the year;For the red blood reigns in the winters pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how theysing!Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.[5o]. W$t £>ong of #utol£cu$ The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the Are summer songs for me and my aunts,While we lie tumbling in the hay. But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? The pale moon shines by night:And when I wander here and there, I then do most go right. If tinkers may have leave to live And bear the sow-skin budget,Then my account I well may give And in the stocks avouch it. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a :A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad, tires in a mile-a. — William Shakespeare. [50 OME away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath;I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
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