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When lads and lasses merry be,

With possets and with junkets fine ,
Unseen of all the company,
I eat their cakes and sip their wine !

And, to make sport,
I puff and snort :

And out the candles I do blow :

The maids I kiss,

They shriek-Who's this?
I answer nought but ho, ho, ho !

Yet now and then, the maids to please,

At midnight I card up their wool ; And, while they sleep and take their ease, With wheel to threads their flax I pull.

I grind at mill

Their malt up still ;
I dress their hemp ; I spin their tow;

If any wake,

And would me take,
I wend me, laughing, ho, ho, ho!

When any need to borrow ought,

We lend them what they do require : And, for the use demand we nought ;

Our own is all we do desire.

If to repay

They do delay,
Abroad amongst them then I go,

And night by night,

I them affright, With pinchings, dreams, and ho, ho, ho !

When lazy queans have nought to do,
· But study how to cog and lie :
To make debate and mischief too,
"Twixt one another secretly :

I mark their gloze,

And it disclose To them whom they have wronged so :

When I have done,

I get me gone, And leave them scolding, ho, ho, ho !

By wells and rills, in meadows green,

We nightly dance our heyday guise ;
And to our fairy king and queen
We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.

When larks 'gin sing,
Away we fling;

And babes new-born steal as we go ;

And elf in bed

We leave in stead,

And wend us laughing, ho, ho, ho !

From hag-bred Merlin's time, have I

Thus nightly revelled to and fro; And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Goodfellow.

Fiends, ghosts, and spirites,

Who haunt the nights,
The hags and goblins do me know ;

And beldames old

My feats have told,
So vale, vale ; ho, ho, ho !



An old song made by an aged old pate,
Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate,
That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate,
And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ;

Like an old courtier of the queen's,
And the queen's old courtier.

With an old lady, whose anger one word assuages ;
They every quarter paid their old servants their wages,
And never knew what belong'd to coachmen, footmen, nor pages,
But kept twenty old fellows with blue coats and badges ;

Like an old courtier, &c.

With an old study fill'd full of learned old books,
With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks,
With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks,
And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks;

Like an old courtier, &c.

With an old hall, hung about with pikes, guns, and bows,
With old swords and bucklers, that had borne many shrewd blows,
And an old frieze coat, to cover his worship's trunk hose,
And a cup of old sherry, to comfort his copper nose ;

Like an old courtier, &c.



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