With an old hall, hung about with guns, pikes, and bows, With old swords, and bucklers, which hath bora many

Ihrewd blows, And an old frisado coat, to cover his worships trunk hose, And a cup of old fherry, to comfort his copper nose;

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 speak, and a wise mar

dumb;
Like an old, &c.

With an old huntsman, a falconer, and a kennel of hounds, Which never hunted, nor hawked, but in his own grounds, Who, like an old wise 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 son his house and land he allign'd,
Charging him in his will to keep the fame bountiful mind,
To be good to his servants, and to his neighbours kind :
But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how he was inclin'd;

Like a young courrier of the kings,
(And the kings yourg 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 stand;
Like a young, &c.

Th Ar

With a neat lady, that is fre!h and fair,
Who never knew what belong'd to good housekeeping,

nor care,
But buys several fans to play with the wanton air,
And seventeen or eighteen dreslings 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 study, stuff'd full of pamphlets, and plays,
With a new chaplain, that swears faster 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

stone;
Like a young, &c.

With a gentleman-usher, whose carriage is complete,
With a footman, a coachman, a page to carry the meat,
With a waiting-gentlewoman, whose dressing is very neat,
Who, when the master hath din’d, gives the servants little

meat.
Like a young, &c.

With a new honour, bought with his fathers old gold,
That many

of his fathers old manors hash fold;
And this is the occasion that most men do hold
That good housekeeping is now a-days grown so cold.

Like a courtier of the kings,
[And the kings young courtier.]

S N G XLIV.

BY SHAKSPEARE.*

THEN 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 sweet birds, o, how they fing! Doth set 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 summer songs for me and my aunts,

As we lie tumbling in the hay.

* Sung by Autolycus, in the Winters Tale.

SONG

WHEN

THEN daysies pied and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all filver white, And cackow-buds of yellow hue,

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckow, then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

Cuckow, cuckow ;-0 word of fear!
Unpleasing 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 summer smocks,
The cuckow, then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus fings he,

Cuckow, cuckow ; :-O word of fear !
Unpleasing to a married ear.

W!
7HEN icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the Thepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,

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

To-whit, to-whoo ;-a merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the por.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parsons faw, And birds fit brooding in the snow,

And Marians nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl,

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

UNDER

TNDER the green wood tree,

Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet birds throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he fee

No enemy,
But winter and rough weather.

* In As you like it.

VOL. II.

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