With an old hall, hung about with guns, pikes, and bows, With old fwords, and bucklers, which hath born many fhrewd blows,

And an old frifado coat, to cover his worships trunk hofe, And a cup of old fherry, to comfort his copper nofe; Like an old, &c.

With an old fashion, when Christmas is come,
To call in his neighbours with bagpipe, and drum,
And good chear enough to furnish every old room,
And old liquor able to make a cat fpeak, and a wife man
dumb;

Like an old, &c.

With an old huntfman, a falconer, and a kennel of hounds, Which never hunted, nor hawked, but in his own grounds, Who, like an old wife man, kept himself within his own bounds,

And when he died gave every child a thousand old pounds; Like an old, &c.

But to his eldest fon his house and land he affign'd, Charging him in his will to keep the fame bountiful mind, To be good to his fervants, and to his neighbours kind: But in the enfaing ditty you fhall hear how he was inclin'd; Like a young courtier of the kings,

[And the kings young courtier.]

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IKE a young gallant, newly come to his land,

Who keeps a brace of creatures at his own command, And takes up a thousand pounds upon his own band,

And lieth drunk in a new tavern, till he can neither go nor ftand;

Like a young, &c.

With a neat lady, that is fresh and fair,

Who never knew what belong'd to good housekeeping,

nor care,

But buys feveral fans to play with the wanton air,

And seventeen or eighteen dreffings of other womens hair;
Like a young, &c.

With a new hall, built where the old one stood,
Wherein is burned neither coal nor wood,

And a new shovel-board table whereon never meat stood;
Hung round with pictures which doth the poor little good.
Like a young, &c.

With a new fludy, ftuff'd full of pamphlets, and plays, With a new chaplain, that fwears fafter than he prays, With a new buttery hatch, that opens once in four or five

days,

With a new French cook, to devise kickshaws and toys; For the young, &c.

With a new fashion, when Christmas is come on,
With a journey up to London we must be gone,
And leave nobody at home but our new porter John,

Who relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a

ftone;

Like a young, &c.

With a gentleman-ufher, whofe carriage is complete,
With a footman, a coachman, a page to carry the meat,
With a waiting-gentlewoman, whofe dreffing is very neat,
Who, when the master hath din'd, gives the fervants little

meat.

Like a young, &c.

With a new honour, bought with his fathers old gold,
That many of his fathers old manors hath fold;

And this is the occafion that moft men do hold
That good housekeeping is now a-days grown fo cold.
Like a courtier of the kings,
[And the kings young courtier.]

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SONG XLIV.

BY SHAKSPEARE.*

'HEN daffodils begin to peer,

With, hey! the doxy over the dale!-
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winters pale.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

With, hey the fweet birds, o, how they fing!Doth fet my pugging tooth on edge;

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king!

The lark, that tirra-lirra chaunts,

With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay,Are fummer fongs for me and my aunts,

As we lie tumbling in the hay.

*Sung by Autolycus, in the Winters Tale.

SONG

'HEN dayfies pied and violets blue,
And lady-fmocks all filver white,

WHE

And cuckow-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckow, then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus fings he,
Cuckow, cuckow ; o word of fear!

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Unpleafing to a married ear.

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmens clocks
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws,
And maidens bleach their fummer fmocks,
The cuckow, then, on every tree,

Mocks married men, for thus fings he,
Cuckow, cuckow ;-o word of fear!
Unpleafing to a married ear.

HEN icicles hang by the wall,

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And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,

*In Loves Labour loft.

When

When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly fings the ftaring owl,

Tu-whit, to-whoo;-a merry note!
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parfons faw,
And birds fit brooding in the fnow,

And Marians nofe looks red and raw, When roafted crabs hifs in the bowl, Then nightly fings the staring owl,

Tu-whit, to whoo;-a merry note!
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot.

SONG XLVII.

BY THE SAME.

UNDER

'NDER the green wood tree,
loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note

Unto the sweet birds throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

VOL. II.

*In As you like it.

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