XXXIII A CLOWN'S SONG When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate. But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I came unto my beds, A great while ago the world begun, And we'll strive to please you every day. XXXIV FORESTER'S SONG What shall he have that kill'd the deer? Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; It was a crest ere thou wast born: Thy father's father wore it, And thy father bore it! The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. XXXV A SAILOR'S SONG The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, For she had a tongue with a tang, She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang! * XXXVI THE POWER OF SONG Orpheus with his lute made trees Bow themselves when he did sing: There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Fall asleep, or hearing, die. XXXVII SPRING When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo :-O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo :-O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! |