THE HUNT IS UP. From Ravenscroft's A Brief Discourse in Music, 1614. Chorus. THE hunt is up, the hunt is up, Verse The birds they sing, the deer they fling, The hounds they cry, the hunters fly, The wood resounds to hear the hounds, Whilst every thing doth sweetly sing. From Thomas Ravenscroft's Brief Discourse, &c., 1614. THE URCHINS' DANCE. Y the moon we sport and play, BY With the night begins our day: As we frisk the dew doth fall; Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three; And about, about go we. THE ELVES' DANCE. OUND about in a fairy ring-a, ROUND Thus we dance and thus we sing-a; Trip and go, to and fro, Over this green-a; All about, in and out, Over this green-a, THE FAIRIES' DANCE. DARE you haunt our hallowed green? None but fairies here are seen. Down and sleep, Wake and weep; Pinch him black, and pinch him blue, When you come to hear us sing, Pinch him black, and pinch him blue! THE SATYRS' DANCE. ROUND-A, round-a, keep your ring: Ho, ho! He that wears the flaming rays, And th' imperial crown of bays, Him with shouts and songs we praise,— Ho, ho! That in his bounty he'd vouchsafe to grace SWEET SUFFOLK OWL. From Thomas Vautor's Songs of Divers Airs and Natures, 1619. WEET Suffolk owl, so trimly dight With feathers like a lady bright, Thy note, that forth so freely rolls, With shrill command the mouse controls, And sings a dirge for dying souls, THE MERRY BELLS OF OXFORD. From The Loyal Garland, or Poesie for Kings, 1624; reprinted by the Percy Society, 1850. H the merry Christ-Church bells, OH One, two, three, four, five, six; They troll so wondrous deep, So woundy sweet, And they chime so merrily, merrily. At every day by four and ten, Cries, Come, come, come, come, come to prayers, LOVE IN THY YOUTH. From Walter Porter's Madrigals and Airs, 1632. OVE in thy youth, fair maid, be wise; Lo Old Time will make thee colder, Then winter comes with all his fears PARTING. From Egerton MS., 2013; printed in vol. iii. of Arber's Garner. E must not part, as others do, WE With sighs and tears, as we were two. I am not, if that thou be there? True love hath wings, and can as soon HEY NONNY NO! From Christ Church MS., i. 5. 49. HEY nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die! And turn upon the toe And sing Hey nonny no, When the winds blow and the seas flow? Hey nonny no! THE GREAT ADVENTURER. Quoted in Brome's Sparagus Garden, acted 1635. OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey; Over rocks that are steepest, Love will find out the way. Where there is no place Where the midge dares not venture If love come, he will enter, You may esteem him Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; But if she whom love doth honour Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him |