A Song of Pages, Cashiered from their Masters.
5.
Long haue we bin perplext and vext
Long haue we bin perplext and vext, with a life that I lothed, now may
we sing, hay ding, a ding, a ding, and leaue to lament any longer, glad to the
heart to depart, that I must bid adew to my master, thankes to the heauens will
I giue while I liue, for ioye, for ioye, that I leaue him, gone may
hee be downe. trole we the Boles, lets in pretie soules, to carrouse
with the wenches, with the wenches. with the wenches.
