ery girl did trip it； trip it； Trip it to the men。
'Let's kiss；' says Jane； （36） 'Content；' says Nan； And so says every she； 'How many？' says Batt； 'Why three；' says Matt； 'For that's a maiden's fee。' But they； instead of three； Did give them half a score； And they in kindness gave 'em； gave 'em； Gave 'em as many more。
Then after an hour； they went to a bower； And played for ale and cakes； And kisses； too； … until they were due； The lasses kept the stakes： The girls did then begin To quarrel with the men； And bid 'em take their kisses back； And give them their own again。
Yet there they sate； until it was late； And tired the fiddler quite； With singing and playing； without any paying； From morning unto night： They told the fiddler then； They'd pay him for his play； And each a two…pence； two…pence； Gave him； and went away。
'Good night；' says Harry； 'Good night；' says Mary； 'Good night；' says Dolly to John； 'Good night；' says Sue； 'Good night；' says Hugh； 'Good night；' says every one。 Some walked； and some did run； Some loitered on the way； And bound themselves with love…knots； love…knots； To meet the next holiday。
Ballad： THE HITCHIN MAY…DAY SONG。
＇THE following song is sung by the Mayers at Hitchin in the county of Herts。 For an account of the manner in which May…day is observed at Hitchin； see Hone's EVERY…DAY BOOK。＇
REMEMBER us poor Mayers all！ And thus do we begin To lead our lives in righteousness； Or else we die in sin。
We have been rambling all the night； And almost all the day； And now returned back again； We have brought you a branch of May。
A branch of May we have brought you； And at your door it stands； It is but a sprout； But it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hand。
The hedges and trees they are so green； As green as any leek； Our heavenly Father he watered them With his heavenly dew so sweet。
The heavenly gates are open wide； Our paths are beaten plain； And if a man be not too far gone； He may return again。
The life of man is but a span； It flourishes like a flower； We are here to…day； and gone to…morrow； And we are dead in an hour。
The moon shines bright； and the stars give a light； A little before it is day； So God bless you all； both great and small； And send you a joyful May！
Ballad： THE HELSTONE FURRY…DAY SONG。
＇AT Helstone； in Cornwall； the 8th of May is a day devoted to revelry and gaiety。 It is called the Furry…day； supposed to be a corruption of Flora's day； from the garlands worn and carried in procession during the festival。 （37） A writer in the GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE for June； 1790； says； 'In the morning； very early； some troublesome rogues go round the streets ＇of Helstone＇； with drums and other noisy instruments； disturbing their sober neighbours； and singing parts of a song； the whole of which nobody now re…collects； and of which I know no more than that there is mention in it of the 'grey goose quill；' and of going 'to the green wood' to bring home 'the Summer and the May； O！'' During the festival； the gentry； tradespeople； servants； &c。； dance through the streets； and thread through certain of the houses to a very old dance tune； given in the appendix to Davies Gilbert's CHRISTMAS CAROLS； and which may also be found in Chappell's POPULAR MUSIC； and other collections。 The FURRY…DAY SONG possesses no literary merit whatever； but as a part of an old and really interesting festival； it is worthy of preservation。 The dance…tune has been confounded with that of the song； but Mr。 Sandys； to whom we are indebted for this communication； observes that 'the dance…tune is quite different。'＇
ROBIN HOOD and Little John； They both are gone to the fair； O！ And we will go to the merry green…wood； To see what they do there； O！ And for to chase； O！ To chase the buck and doe。 With ha…lan…tow； rumble； O！ For we were up as soon as any day； O！ And for to fetch the summer home； The summer and the may； O！ For summer is a…come； O！ And winter is a…gone； O！
Where are those Spaniards That make so great a boast； O？ They shall eat the grey goose feather； And we will eat the roast； O！ In every land； O！ The land where'er we go。 With ha…lan…tow； &c
As for Saint George； O！ Saint George he was a knight； O！ Of all the knights in Christendom； Saint George is the right； O！ In every land； O！ The land where'er we go。 With ha…lan…tow； &c。
Ballad： CORNISH MIDSUMMER BONFIRE SONG。
＇THE very ancient custom of lighting fires on Midsummer…eve； being the vigil of St。 John the Baptist； is still kept up in several parts of Cornwall。 On these occasions the fishermen and others dance about the fires； and sing appropriate songs。 The following has been sung for a long series of years at Penzance and the neighbourhood； and is taken down from the recitation of the leader of a West…country choir。 It is communicated to our pages by Mr。 Sandys。 The origin of the Midsummer bonfires is fully explained in Brand's POPULAR ANTIQUITIES。 See Sir H。 Ellis's edition of that work； vol。 i。 pp。 166…186。＇
THE bonny month of June is crowned With the sweet scarlet rose； The groves and meadows all around With lovely pleasure flows。
As I walked out to yonder green； One evening so fair； All where the fair maids may be seen Playing at the bonfire。
Hail！ lovely nymphs； be not too coy； But freely yield your charms； Let love inspire with mirth and joy； In Cupid's lovely arms。
Bright Luna spreads its light around； The gallants for to cheer； As they lay sporting on the ground； At the fair June bonfire。
All on the pleasant dewy mead； They shared each other's charms； Till Phoebus' beams began to spread； And coming day alarms。
Whilst larks and linnets sing so sweet； To cheer each lovely swain； Let each prove true unto their love； And so farewell the plain。
Ballad： SUFFOLK HARVEST…HOME SONG。
＇IN no part of England are the harvest…homes kept up with greater spirit than in Suffolk。 The following old song is a general favourite on such occasions。＇
HERE'S a health unto our master； The founder of the feast！ I wish； with all my heart and soul； In heaven he may find rest。 I hope all things may prosper； That ever be takes in hand； For we are all his servants； And all at his command。
Drink； boys； drink； and see you do not spill； For if you do； you must drink two； … it is your master's will。
Now our harvest is ended； And supper is past； Here's our mistress' good health； In a full flowing glass！ She is a good woman； … She prepared us good cheer； Come； all my brave boys； And drink off your beer。
Drink； my boys； drink till you come unto me； The longer we sit； my boys； the merrier shall we be！
In yon green wood there lies an old fox； Close by his den you may catch him； or no； Ten thousand to one you catch him； or no。 His beard and his brush are all of one colour； … ＇TAKES THE GLASS AND EMPTIES IT OFF。 I am sorry； kind sir； that your glass is no fuller。 'Tis down the red lane！ 'tis down the red lane！ So merrily hunt the fox down the red lane！ （38）
Ballad： THE HAYMAKER'S SONG。
＇AN old and very favourite ditty sung in many parts of England at merry…makings； especially at those which occur during the hay… harvest。 It is not in any collection。＇
IN the merry month of June； In the prime time of the year； Down in yonder meadows There runs a river clear： And many a little fish Doth in that river play； And many a lad； and many a lass； Go abroad a…making hay。
In come the jolly mowers； To mow the meadows down； With budget and with bottle Of ale； both stout and brown； All labouring men of courage bold Come here their strength to try； They sweat and blow； and cut and mow； For the grass cuts very dry。
Here's nimble Ben and Tom； With pitchfork； and with rake； Here's Molly； Liz； and Susan； Come here their hay to make。 While sweet； jug； jug； jug！ The nightingale doth sing； From morning unto even…song； As they are hay…making。
And when that bright day faded； And the sun was going down； There was a merry piper Approached from the town： He pulled out his pipe and tabor； So sweetly he did play； Which made all lay down their rakes； And leave off making hay。
Then joining in a dance； They jig it o'er the green； Though tired with their labour； No one less was seen。 But sporting like some fairies； Their dance they did pursue； In leading up； and casting off； Till morning was in view。
And when that bright daylight； The morning it was come； They lay down and rested Till the rising of the sun： Till the rising of the sun； When the merry larks do sing； And each lad did rise and take his lass； And away to hay…making。
Ballad： THE SWORD…DANCERS' SONG。
＇SWORD…DANCING is not so common in the North of England as it was a few years ago； but a troop of rustic practitioners of the art may still be occasionally met with at Christmas time； in some of the most secluded of the Yorkshire dales。 The following is a copy of the introductory song； as it used to be sung by the Wharfdale sword…dancers。 It has been transcribed from a MS。 in the possession of Mr。 Holmes； surgeon； at Grassington； in Craven。 At the conclusion of the song a dance ensues； and sometimes a rustic drama is performed。 See post； p。 175。 JUMPING JOAN； alluded to in the last verse； is a well…known old country dance tune。＇
THE SPECTATORS BEING ASSEMBLED； THE CLOWN ENTERS； AND AFTER DRAWING A CIRCLE WITH HIS SWORD； WALKS ROUND IT； AND CALLS IN THE ACTORS IN THE FOLLOWING LINES； WHICH ARE SUNG TO THE ACCOMPANIMENT OF A VIOLIN PLAYED OUTSIDE； OR BEHIND THE DOOR。
THE first that enters on the floor； His name is Captain Brown； I think he is as smart a youth As any in this town： In courting of the ladies gay； He fixes his delight； He will not stay from them all day； And is with them all the night。
The next's a tailor by his trade； Called Obadiah Trim； You may quickly guess； by his plain dress； And hat of broadest brim； That he is of the Quaking sect； Who would seem to act by merit Of yeas and nays； and hums and hahs； And motions of the spirit。
The next that enters on the floor； He is a foppish knight； The first to be in modish dress； He studies day and night。 Observe his habit round about； … Even from top to toe； The fashion late from