For Willy shall dance with Jane,
And Johnny has got his Joan,
To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Trip it up and down.

Strike up, says Watt: agreed, says Matt,
And I prithee, fiddler, play;

Content, says Hodge, and so says Madge,

For this is a holiday.

Then every lad did doff

His hat unto his lass,

And every girl did curtsey, curtsey,
Curtsey on the grass.

Begin, says Hal: aye, aye, says Mall,
We'll lead up Packington's Pound;
No, no, says Noll, and so says Doll,
We'll first have Sellinger's Round.
Then every man began

To foot it round about,

And every girl did jet it, jet it,
Jet it in and out.

You're out, says Dick-not I, says Nick, "Twas the fiddler play'd it wrong;

'Tis true, says Hugh, and so says Sue,

And so says every one.

The fiddler then began

To play the tune again,

And every girl did trip it, trip it,

Trip it to the men.

Let's kiss, says Jane,-content, says Nan,

And so says every she:

How many says Batt,-why three, says Matt, For that's a maiden's fee.

The men instead of three,

Did give them half-a-score;

The maids in kindness, kindness, kindness,
Gave 'em as many more.

Then, after an hour, they went to a bow'r,
And play'd for ale and cakes;
And kisses too-until they were due

The lasses held the stakes.

The girls then did begin

To quarrel with the men,

And bade them take their kisses back,
And give them their own again.

Now there they did stay the whole of the day, And tired the fiddler quite

With dancing and play, without any pay,

From morning until night.

They told the fiddler then

They'd pay him for his play,

Then each a twopence, twopence, twopence,
Gave him and went away.

Good night, says Harry,―good night, says Mary; Good night, says Dolly to John;

Good night, says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh; Good night says every one.

Some walk'd, and some did run;

Some loiter'd on the way,

And bound themselves by kisses twelve

To meet the next holiday.

KING HAL AND THE COBBLER.

From a Chap-book.

ING HAL was a-hunting the swift fallow

deer,

He dropped all his nobles; and when he

got clear,

In hope of some pastime away he did ride, Till he came to an alehouse, hard by a wood-side.

And there with a cobbler he happened to meet,
And him in kind sort he so freely did greet :
'Pray thee, good fellow, what hast in thy jug,
Which under thy arm thou dost lovingly hug?'

By the mass!' quoth the cobbler, 'it's nappy brown ale And for to drink to thee, friend, I will not fail; For although thy jacket looks gallant and fine,

I think that my twopence as good is as thine.'

"By my soul! honest fellow, the truth thou hast spoke, And straight he sat down with the cobbler to joke; They drank to the King, and they pledged to each other; Who'd seen 'em had thought they were brother and brother.

As they were a-drinking the King pleased to say,
'What news, honest fellow come tell me, I pray?'
'There's nothing of news, beyond that I hear

The King's on the border a-chasing the deer.

F F

And truly I wish I so happy may be
Whilst he is a-hunting the King I might see;
For although I've travelled the land many ways
I never have yet seen a King in my days.'

The King, with a hearty brisk laughter, replied,
'I tell thee, good fellow, if thou canst but ride,
Thou shalt get up behind me, and I will thee bring
To the presence of Harry, thy sovereign King.'