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Song.
At the Holly-Bush Guard.
Cleare
the Eyes of the watch,
Lazy sleepe we dispatch
From hence as farre as Ded-ford,
For the Flocke-Bed and Feather,
We expose to the Weather,
And hang all Sheetes in the Bed-cord.
Lazy sleepe we dispatch
From hence as farre as Ded-ford,
For the Flocke-Bed and Feather,
We expose to the Weather,
And hang all Sheetes in the Bed-cord.
Then sleepe, sleepe, and enjoy your Beds,
You quiet drowzy Heads,
May the furies of the Night,
Scarlet fleas you affright,
And pinch you blacke and yellow.
But the plumpe brawny Louse,
Scornes the shelter of the House,
Oh! He is the Souldiers fellow.
You quiet drowzy Heads,
May the furies of the Night,
Scarlet fleas you affright,
And pinch you blacke and yellow.
But the plumpe brawny Louse,
Scornes the shelter of the House,
Oh! He is the Souldiers fellow.
The Goblins and the Jigge
We regard not a figge,
Our phansies they cannot vary;
We nere pity Girles, that doe
Finde no Treasure in their Shooe,
But are nipt by the Tyrannous Fairy.
We regard not a figge,
Our phansies they cannot vary;
We nere pity Girles, that doe
Finde no Treasure in their Shooe,
But are nipt by the Tyrannous Fairy.
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Then sleepe, sleepe, &c.
List! the Noise of the chaires,
Wakes the Wench to her Pray'rs,
Queene Mab comes worse then a Witch in:
Backe and Sides she entailes
To the Print of her Nailes,
Sheele teach her to snort in the Kitchen.
Wakes the Wench to her Pray'rs,
Queene Mab comes worse then a Witch in:
Backe and Sides she entailes
To the Print of her Nailes,
Sheele teach her to snort in the Kitchen.
Then sleepe, sleepe, &c.
Some the Night-mare hath prest
With that Weight on their Breast,
No Returnes of their Breath can passe.
But to us the Tale is addle,
We can take off her Saddle,
And turne out the Night-mare to Grasse.
With that Weight on their Breast,
No Returnes of their Breath can passe.
But to us the Tale is addle,
We can take off her Saddle,
And turne out the Night-mare to Grasse.
Then sleepe, sleepe, &c.
Now no more will we harke
To the Charmes of the Larke,
Or the tunes of the early Thrush,
All the Woods shall retire,
And submit to the Quire
Of the Birds in the Holly-Bush.
To the Charmes of the Larke,
Or the tunes of the early Thrush,
All the Woods shall retire,
And submit to the Quire
Of the Birds in the Holly-Bush.
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Then sleepe, sleepe, &c.
While the Country Lasse,
With her Dairy doth passe,
Our joyes no Tongue can utter:
For we Centinells stand,
And exact by command
The Excise of her Lips and Butter.
With her Dairy doth passe,
Our joyes no Tongue can utter:
For we Centinells stand,
And exact by command
The Excise of her Lips and Butter.
Then sleepe, sleepe, &c.
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