The Shomakers Holiday. Or The Gentle Craft With the humorous life of Simon Eyre, shoomaker, and Lord Maior of London |
The second Three-mans Song.
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The second Three-mans Song.
This is to be sung at the latter end.
Cold's
the wind, and wet's the raine,
Saint Hugh be our good speede:
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gaine,
Nor helpes good hearts in neede.
Saint Hugh be our good speede:
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gaine,
Nor helpes good hearts in neede.
Trowle the boll, the iolly Nut-browne boll,
And here kind mate to thee:
Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hughes soule,
And downe it merrily.
And here kind mate to thee:
Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hughes soule,
And downe it merrily.
Downe a downe, hey downe a downe,
Hey derie derie down a down,
Close with the tenor boy:
Hey derie derie down a down,
Ho well done, to me let come,
Ring compasse gentle ioy.
Ring compasse gentle ioy.
Trowle the boll, the Nut-browne boll,
And here kind &c.
as often as there be men to drinke.
And here kind &c.
At last when all haue drunke, this verse.
Cold's the wind, and wet's the raine,
Saint Hugh be our good speede:
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gaine,
Nor helpes good hearts in neede.
Saint Hugh be our good speede:
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gaine,
Nor helpes good hearts in neede.
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