XVII. A Song made vpon the Mariage of the Right worshipfull, and my very good friend
Edward Oldisworth of Lincolnes Inne Esquire.
Qvicke, quicke, quicke, quicke, quicke, away dispatch
Qvicke, quicke, quicke, quicke, quicke, away dispatch, be
nimble, nimble, quicke away, Bells are now a ringing, Maides are singing, the Priest for you doth stay, for you
doth stay, An holly day, a happy day, a merry, merry,
merry day, The first of something, be nimble, nimble,
quicke away. Quicke, quicke, quicke, quicke, away. Quicke, quicke, quicke, quicke
away, away, away. An holly day.