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Pagina 153 - Their dances were procession : But now, alas ! they all are dead Or gone beyond the seas ; Or farther for religion fled, Or else they take their ease.
Pagina 152 - So little care of sleep or sloth These pretty ladies had; When Tom came home from labour Or Ciss to milking rose, Then merrily went their tabor And nimbly went their toes. Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain; But since of late Elizabeth And later James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath bin.
Pagina 148 - I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadows green, We nightly dance our heyday guise; And to our fairy king and queen We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.
Pagina 146 - And while they sleep and take their ease, With wheel, to threads their flax I pull ; I grind at mill Their malt up still ; I dress their hemp, I spin their tow ; If any 'wake and would me take, I wend me, laughing, ho, ho, ho...
Pagina 146 - I answer nought, but ho, ho, ho ! Yet now and then, the maids to please, At midnight I card up their wooll ; And while they sleepe and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull. I grind at mill Their malt up still ; I dress their hemp, I spin their tow, If any...
Pagina 169 - His fury somewhat it doth slake ; He calleth for a ferry ; Where you may some recovery note, What was his club he made his boat, And in his oaken cup doth float, As safe as in a wherry.
Pagina 177 - For as he thus was busy, A pain he in his head-piece feels, Against a stubbed tree he reels, And up went poor Hob-goblin's heels : Alas ! his brain was dizzy ! At length upon his feet he gets, Hob-goblin fumes, Hob-goblin frets, And as again he forward sets, And through the bushes scrambles, A stump doth trip him in his pace, Down comes poor Hob upon his face, And lamentably tore his case, Amongst the briars and brambles.
Pagina 79 - I will pursue thee dead, And wretched woman as I am, it shall of me be sed That like as of thy death I was the onely cause and blame, So am I thy companion eke and partner in the same.
Pagina 149 - And with sharper nails remembers When they rake not up their embers ; But, if so they chance to feast her, In a shoe she drops a tester.