[By hils and dales shee roade]
By hils and dales shee road
By hils and dales shee roade, shee roade, and followed still
the game, Shee roade so fast, that downe that downe shee fell, And then
appear'd her shame, Hey downe, downe, downe, downe, downe, downe in
a May morning betimes, I heard an old swod
say to a young Drabbe this geare is thine and mine. Thorough the
woods. This Trull full swiftly springs, with a merry note
chaunting, where a Knaue was haunting, and so lost her aperne-strings,
Hey downe, downe, downe derry, hey, &c. It is a
light hart and a heauie purse which makes a man so merry.
