The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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A ROUNDE.
All.
Now that the Spring hath filld our veynes
With kinde and actiue fire,
And made green liuryes for the playnes,
And euery groue a Quire.
With kinde and actiue fire,
And made green liuryes for the playnes,
And euery groue a Quire.
Sing we a Song of merry glee,
And Bacchus fill the bowle:
And Bacchus fill the bowle:
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Then heres to thee;
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And thou to mee
And euery thirsty soule.
Nor Care nor Sorrow ere payd debt,
Nor never shall doe myne;
I haue no Cradle goeing yet,
Not I, by this good wyne.
Nor never shall doe myne;
I haue no Cradle goeing yet,
Not I, by this good wyne.
No wyfe at home to send for me,
Noe hoggs are in my grounde,
Noe suite at Law to pay a fee,
Then round, old Jocky, round.
Noe hoggs are in my grounde,
Noe suite at Law to pay a fee,
Then round, old Jocky, round.
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Sheare sheepe that haue them, cry we still,
But see that noe man scape
To drinke of the Sherry,
That makes us so merry,
And plumpe as the lusty Grape.
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