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1. Part First.
It is an auncient Waggonere,
And hee stoppeth one of nine:—
“Now wherefore dost thou grip me soe
With that horny fist of thine?”
And hee stoppeth one of nine:—
“Now wherefore dost thou grip me soe
With that horny fist of thine?”
“The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And thither I must walke;
Soe, by youre leave, I must be gone,
I have noe time for talke!”
And thither I must walke;
Soe, by youre leave, I must be gone,
I have noe time for talke!”
Hee holds him with his horny fist—
“There was a wain,” quothe hee,
“Hold offe thou raggamouffine tykke,”—
Eftsoones his fist dropped hee.
“There was a wain,” quothe hee,
“Hold offe thou raggamouffine tykke,”—
Eftsoones his fist dropped hee.
Hee satte him downe upon a stone,
With ruefulle looks of feare;
And thus began this tippyse manne,
The red nosed waggonere.
With ruefulle looks of feare;
And thus began this tippyse manne,
The red nosed waggonere.
“The waine is fulle, the horses pulle,
Merrilye did we trotte
Alonge the bridge, alonge the road,
A jolly crewe I wotte;”—
Merrilye did we trotte
Alonge the bridge, alonge the road,
A jolly crewe I wotte;”—
And here the tailore smotte his breaste,
He smelte the cabbage potte!
“The nighte was darke, like Noe's arke,
Oure waggone moved alonge;
He smelte the cabbage potte!
“The nighte was darke, like Noe's arke,
Oure waggone moved alonge;
The hail pour'd faste, loude roared the blaste,
Yet stille we moved alonge;
And sung in chorus, ‘Cease loud Borus,’
A very charminge songe.
Yet stille we moved alonge;
And sung in chorus, ‘Cease loud Borus,’
A very charminge songe.
“‘Bravoe, bravissimoe,’ I cried,
The sounde was quite elatinge;
But, in a trice, upon the ice,
We hearde the horses skaitinge.
The sounde was quite elatinge;
But, in a trice, upon the ice,
We hearde the horses skaitinge.
“The ice was here, the ice was there,
It was a dismale mattere,
To see the cargoe, one by one,
Flounderinge in the wattere!
It was a dismale mattere,
To see the cargoe, one by one,
Flounderinge in the wattere!
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“With rout and roare, we reached the shore,
And never a soul did sinke;
But in the rivere, gone for evere,
Swum our meate and drinke.
And never a soul did sinke;
But in the rivere, gone for evere,
Swum our meate and drinke.
“At lengthe we spied a goode grey goose,
Thorough the snow it came;
And with the butte ende of my whippe,
I hailed it in Goddhis name.
Thorough the snow it came;
And with the butte ende of my whippe,
I hailed it in Goddhis name.
“It staggered as it had been drunke,
So dexterous was it hitte;
Of brokene boughs we made a fire,
Thomme Loncheone roasted itte.”—
So dexterous was it hitte;
Of brokene boughs we made a fire,
Thomme Loncheone roasted itte.”—
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