The Roxburghe ballads . prung in June—theres no denyingthat—shes also like a melody thats sweetly played in tune. [.Continuation on 369 [Roxb. Coll., II. 496 ; Euing, 372 ; Jersey, III. 9l = Zi)/des., 381.] €|)e WLanton SKUtfe of Castigate; ©r, ^ge 3I5oaMtian0 SDeltggt* To ITS OWN PKOPER New TuNE. FArewel, both Hauk and Hound! Farewel, both sbaft and bow !Farewel, all merry pastimes and pleasures on a row !Farewel, my best Beloved, in whom I put my trust! For its neither grief nor sorrow shall harbour iu my breast. When I was in my prime, and in my youthful days,Much mirth and merry pas
The Roxburghe ballads . prung in June—theres no denyingthat—shes also like a melody thats sweetly played in tune. [.Continuation on 369 [Roxb. Coll., II. 496 ; Euing, 372 ; Jersey, III. 9l = Zi)/des., 381.] €|)e WLanton SKUtfe of Castigate; ©r, ^ge 3I5oaMtian0 SDeltggt* To ITS OWN PKOPER New TuNE. FArewel, both Hauk and Hound! Farewel, both sbaft and bow !Farewel, all merry pastimes and pleasures on a row !Farewel, my best Beloved, in whom I put my trust! For its neither grief nor sorrow shall harbour iu my breast. When I was in my prime, and in my youthful days,Much mirth and merry pastime and pleasure had [I] now my mind is changed, and alterd very sore,Because my best Beloved will fancy me no more. I lovd her, and I provd her, And I calld her my dear;But, alas ! my [best] Beloved would not let me come often would have hist her, but she always said me Nay. More as ten times have I blest her, since that she went away. 12 [%$t U5oaMnan0 SMigSc] [See Introductory Note, p. 368.]. Tinkers they are drunkards, and Masons they are blind,And Boat-men they make Cuckolds because theyr used if you meet a bonny Lass with [a] black and rowling eye,You must kiss her and embrace her: you may know the reason why. You must hug her and kiss her, and strive to make her yield; For a faint-hearted Soldier did never gain the Field. So strive to lay her [Pride] down there, and give the thing you know, And when that she receives it, shel be loath to let you go. There lives a Wife in Castle-Gate, but Ile not declare her name ;She is both brisk and buxome, and fitted for the game ;She can knip it, she can trip it, as she treads along the Plain ;Till she meet some jolly Boat-man that will turn her back aguiu. 24 VOL. VII. 2 u 370 The Boa (mans Delight. Her Husband is a quiet man, and an honest man is he ;And lor to wear the Horns, sir, contented he must be :He may wind them at his leisure, and do the best he can,For his Wife will have her pleasure wit
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