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Deuteromelia

or The Second part of Musicks melodie, or melodius Musicke. Of Pleasant Roundelaies; K. H. mirth, or Freemens Songs. and such delightfull Catches
  
  
  

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[Yonder comes a courteous Knight]
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[Yonder comes a courteous Knight]

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Yonder comes a courteous Knight,
Lustely raking ouer the lay,
He was well ware of a bonny lasse,
as she came wandring ouer the way,
Then she sang downe a downe,
hey downe derry, then she, &c.

2

Ioue you speed fayre Lady, he said,
among the leaues that be so greene:
If I were a king and wore a Crowne,
full soone faire Lady shouldst thou be a queen.
Then she sang, downe, &c.

3

Also Ioue saue you faire Lady;
among the Roses that be so red:
If I haue not my will of you,
full soone faire Lady shall I be dead.
Then she sang. &c.

4

Then he lookt East, then hee lookt West,
hee lookt North, so did he South:
He could not finde a priuy place,
for all lay in the Diuels mouth.
Then she sang, &c.

5

If you will carry me gentle sir,
a mayde vnto my fathers hall:
Then you shall haue your will of me,
vnder purple and vnder paule.
Then she sang, &c.

6

He set her vp vpon a Steed,
and himselfe vpon another:
And all the day he rode her by,
as though they had beene sister and brother.
Then she sang, &c.

7

When she came to her fathers hall,
it was well walled round about:
She yode in at the wicket gate,
and shut the foure ear'd foole without.
Then she sang, &c.

8

You had me (quoth she) abroad in the field,
among the corne amidst the hay:
Where you might had your will of mee,
for, in good faith sir, I neuer said nay.
Then she sang, &c.

9

Ye had me also amid the field,
among the rushes that were so browne:
Where you might had your will of me,
but you had not the face to lay me downe.
Then she sang, &c.

10

He pulled out his nut-browne sword,
and wipt the rust off with his sleeue:
And said; Ioues curse come to his heart,
that any woman would beleeue.
Then she sang, &c.

11

When you haue your owne true loue,
a mile or twaine out of the towne,
Spare not for her gay clothing,
but lay her body flat on the ground.
Then she sang, &c.