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3 Charme.
[The owle is abroad, the bat, and the toad]
The owle is abroad, the bat, and the toad,And so is the cat-a-mountaine,
The ant, and the mole sit both in a hole,
And frog peeps out o'the fountaine;
The dogs, they do bay, and the timbrels play,
The spindle is now a turning;
The Moone it is red, and the Starres are fled,
But all the sky is aburning:
The ditch is made, and our nayles the spade,
With pictures full, of waxe, and of wooll;
Their liues I stick, with needles quick;
There lacks but the blood, to make up the flood.
Quickly Dame, then, bring your part in,
Spurre, spurre, upon little Martin,
Merrily, merrily, make him saile,
A worme in his mouth, and a thorne in's taile,
Fire above, and fire below,
With a whip i'your hand, to make him go.
O, now she's come!
Let all be dumbe.
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