For Beauty begins to wag her tayle, but Merry she doth beare the bell. With a hey troly lo, &c. Goe prick the path, and downe the lane, she useth still her old traine; She is gone to what call wood, Where we are like to doe no good. With hey troly lo, &c. XL. Martin said to his Man. (FROM THE SAME.) MARTIN said to his man, Fie! man, fie! O Martin said to his man, Who's the foole now? Martin said to his man, Fill thou the cup, and I the can ; Thou hast well drunken, man, Who's the foole now? I see a sheepe shearing corne, Fie! man, fie? I see a sheepe shearing corne, Who's the foole now? I see a sheepe shearing corne, Who's the foole now? I see a man in the moone, Fie! man, fie! I see a man in the moone; Who's the foole now? I see a man in the moone, Clowting of St. Peter's shoone; Who's the foole now? I see a hare chase a hound, Fie! man, fie? I see a hare chase a hound, Who's the foole now? I see a hare chase a hound, Twenty mile above the ground: Who's the foole now? I see a goose ring a hog, Fie! man, fie! I see a goose ring a hog, Who's the foole now? I see a goose ring a hog, And a snayle that did bite a dog; Who's the foole now? I see a mouse catch the cat, Fie! man, fie! I see a mouse catch the cat, Who's the foole now? I see a mouse catch the cat, And the cheese to eate the rat: Thou hast well drunken, man, Who's the foole now? XLI. The Ballad of the Fox. FROM THE SAME. In the University Library, Cambridge, MS. E e. 1, 12, is preserved a curious Ballad of the fifteenth century, somewhat resembling the following. It begins, "The fals fox camme unto oure croft, And so oure gese ful fast he sought; With, how, fox, how, with hey, fox, hey; Comme no more unto oure howse to bere oure gese awaye." See Wright and Halliwell's Reliquæ Antiquæ, vol. i, p. 4, where the Ballad, consisting of eighteen stanzas, is printed. TO-MORROW the fox will come to towne, Keepe, keepe, keepe, keepe, keepe; I must desire you neighbors all, To hallow the fox out of the hall, |
