cry,
Come, buss thine own sweetheart.

They liked his gold so well,
That they were both content,
That he that night with his sweetheart
Should pass in merriment.
To bed they then did go;
Full well he knew his part,
Where he with words, and eke with deeds,
Did buss his own sweetheart.

Long were they not in bed,
But one knocked at the door,
And said, Up, rise, and let me in:
This vexed both knave and whore.
He being sore perplexed
From bed did lightly start;
No longer then could he endure
To buss his own sweetheart.

With tender steps he trod,
To see if he could spy
The man that did him so molest;
Which he with heavy eye
Had soon beheld, and said,
Alas! my own sweetheart,
I now do doubt, if e'er we buss,
It must be in a cart.

At last the bawd arose
And opened the door,
And saw Discretion cloth'd in rug,
Whose office hates a whore.
He mounted up the stairs,
Being cunning in his art;
With little search at last he found
My youth and his sweetheart.

He having wit at will,
Unto them both did say,
I will not hear them speak one word
Watchmen, with them away!
And cause they loved so well
'Tis pity they should part.
Away with them to new Bride-well;
There buss your own sweetheart.

His will it was fulfilled,
And there they had the law;
And whilst that they did nimbly spin,
The hemp he needs must taw.
He ground, he thumped, he grew
So cunning in his art,
He learnt the trade of beating hemp
By bussing his sweetheart.

But yet, he still would say,
If I could get release
To see strange fashions I'll give o'er,
And henceforth live in peace,
The town where I was bred,
And think by my desart
To come no more into this place
For bussing my sweetheart.

They all liked his song very well, and said that the young man had but
ill-luck. Thus continued he playing and singing songs till candle-light:
then he began to play his merry tricks in this manner. First he put out the
candles, and then, being dark, he struck the men good boxes on the ears:
they, thinking it had been those that did sit next them, fell a-fighting
one with the other; so that there was not one of them but had either a
broken head or a bloody nose. At this Robin laughed heartily. The women did
not escape him, for the handsomest he kissed; the other he pinched, and
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