[XIX. Arise, get up my deere]
Arise, get vp my deere, get vp my deere Loue
Arise, get vp my deere, get vp my deere Loue,
rise make hast bee gone thee, Loe where the Bride,
loe where the Bride faire Daphne bright, where the Bride faire Daphne bight
still stayes on thee. Hark, ô hark you merry, merry, wanton maidens squealing:
Spice cake sops in wine, spice cakes are a dealing, spice cake sops in
wine, sops in wine, are a dealing, are a dealing. Runne then, runne a pace,
runne a pace then, Runne then, runne a pace, a pace, and get, a Bride
lace, and a guilt Rosemary braunch, the while yet there is catching, and
then hould fast for feare of old snatching. Alas my Loue, my
Loue, why weep yee? O feare not, feare not that, deere Loue, the next day
keep wee. List hark you Minstrels, how fine they firck it? and how the
maides ierk it, With Kate and Will, Tom and Gill, hey ho braue, now a
skip, there a trip, finely set aloft, on a fine wedding wedding day. List
hark you Minstrels, how fine they firk it, and how the maydes ierk it,
With Kate and Will, Tom and Gill, hey ho braue, now a skip, then a
trip, finely set aloft, all for faire
Daphnes, Daphnes wedding, wedding day.
