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vous an pree_, Lately come forth of the Low Country With never a penny of money. Fa la la la lantido dilly. Here, good fellow, I drink to thee, _Pardona moy je vous an pree_, To all good fellows wherever they be, With never a penny of money. And he that will not pledge me this, _Pardona moy je vous an pree_, Pays for the shot whatever it is, With never a penny of money. Charge it again, boy, charge it again, _Pardona moy je vous an pree_, As long as there is any ink in thy pen, With never a penny of money. From _Deuteromelia_, 1609. We be three poor mariners, Newly come from the seas; We spend our lives in jeopardy While others live at ease. Shall we go dance the round, the round, Shall we go dance the round? And he that is a bully boy Come pledge me on this ground! We care not for those martial men That do our states disdain; But we care for the merchant men Who do our states maintain: To them we dance this round, around, To them we dance this round; And he that is a bully boy Come pledge me on this ground! From _Egerton MS., 2013_. We must not part as others do, With sighs and tears, as we were two: Though with these outward forms we part, We keep each other in our heart. What search hath found a being, where I am not, if that thou be there? True love hath wings, and can as soon Survey the world as sun and moon, And everywhere our triumphs keep O'er absence which makes others weep: By which alone a power is given To live on earth, as they in heaven. From THOMAS WEELKES' _Ballets and Madrigals to Five Voices_, 1598. We shepherds sing, we pipe, we play, With pretty sport we pass the day: Fa la! We care for no gold, But with our fold We dance And prance As pleasure would. Fa la! From WILLIAM BYRD's _Psalms, Songs, and Sonnets_, 1611. Wedded to will is witless, And seldom he is skilful That bears the name of wise and yet is wilful. To govern he is fitless That deals not by election, But by his fond affection. O that it might be treason For men to rule by will and not by reason. From THOMAS TOMKINS' _Songs of Three, Four, Fiv
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