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nd how that Circes, when she would, Could skill of sorcery well; And how old thin-faced wives, That roasted crabs by night, Did tell of monsters in their lives That now prove shadows light; And told what Merlin spoke Of world and times to come; But all that fire doth make no smoke, For in mine ear doth hum Another kind of bee, That sounds a tune most strange, A trembling noise of words to me That makes my countenance change. Of old Hobgobling's guise, That walked like ghost in sheets, With maids that would not early rise For fear of bugs and sprites. Some say the fairies fair Did dance on Bednall Green, And fine familiars of the air Did talk with men unseen. And oft in moonshine nights, When each thing draws to rest, Was seen dumb shows and ugly sights That feared[2] every guest Which lodged in the house; And where good cheer was great, Hodgepoke would come and drink carouse And munch up all the meat. But where foul sluts did dwell, Who used to sit up late, And would not scour the pewter well, There came a merry mate To kitchen or to hall, Or place where sprites resort; Then down went dish and platters all To make the greater sport. A further sport fell out When they to spoil did fall; Rude Robin Goodfellow, the lout, Would skim the milk-bowls all, And search the cream-pots too, For which poor milk-maid weeps. God wot what such mad guests will do When people soundly sleeps! . . . . . . These are but fables feigned, Because true stories old In doubtful days are more disdained Than any tale is told. THOMAS CHURCHYARD from _A Handfull of Gladsome Verses_ (1592). * * * * * THE MAD MERRY PRANKS OF ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW (To the Tune of _Dulcina_.) From Oberon, in fairy land, The king of ghosts and shadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am sent to view the night-sports here. What revel rout Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'ersee And merry be, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho! More swift than lightning can I fly About this airy welkin soon, And, in a minute's space, descry Each thing that's done below the moon,
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