LIV. THREE-MAN'S SONG. [From "The Shomaker's Holyday.", 1600.] COLD's the wind, and wet's the rain, Trowl the bowl, the jolly-nut-brown bowl, And here kind mate to thee: Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, And down it merrily. Down a down, hey down a down, Hey derry derry down a down, Ho, well done, to me let come, Trowl the bowl, the nut-brown bowl, And here kind mate to thee, Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, And down it merrily. Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, LV. SONG From Heywood's " Fayre Maide of the Exchange." 1615. YE little birds that sit and sing And see how Phillis sweetly walks Go, pretty birds, about her bower, Ah me, methinks I see her frown, Go tell her through your chirping bills, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so, Go tune your voices harmony Strain loud and sweet, that every note O fly, make haste, see, see she falls Sing round about her rosy bed, Say to her 'tis her lover true Return with pleasant warblings. From the rare Drama called " Apollo Shroving." HEDONE, Queen Hedone, sweet Hedone, The fuel of most sacred fire, By me, and this, and this, Among the gods she hath her place, Her breath a gale of spices brings; No heart so hard but needs must melt She, she vouchsafes to call you to her, By study soon fresh youth doth break, LVII. LULLABY SONG, [From the Slaughter of the Innocents, acted at Coventry in the reign of Henry the Eighth, and reprinted in Mr. Douce's excellent Illustrations of Shakspeare.] LULLA, lulla, thou littell tine childe, By by lully lullay, Lully lullay thou littell tine childe, By by lully lullay. |