XXVIII THE PEDLAR'S SONG WHEN daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year; The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay. D But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? If tinkers may have leave to live Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, XXIX PEDLAR'S CRIES LAWN as white as driven snow ; Cypress black as e'er was crow; Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears : Pins and poking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy ; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. Any silk, any thread, Any toys for your head, Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar ; Money's a medler That doth utter all men's ware-a. XXX BACCHANALIAN SONG COME, thou Monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! In thy fats our cares be drown'd, With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd: Cup us, till the world go round, Cup us, till the world go round! XXXI A COUNTRY FELLOW'S SONG O Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And praise God for the merry year; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there And ever among so merrily. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; 'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrove-tide :-—- A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, And a merry heart lives long-a. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. |