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Let May go loose, it makes no matter, For Cleanly sometimes she will clatter, And yet I am sure she will not stray, But keep with us still all the day. With a hey &c.
With u O masters and what you were," This other day I start a hare, On what-call hill upon the knole, And there she started before Trole. With a hey &c.
And down she went the common da]e With all the hounds at her tail, Like yeaffe a yafife, yeaffe a yeaffe, Hey Trole, hey Chanter, hey Jumbole. With a hey &c.
See how Clasper chops it in, And so doth Gallant now begin ; Look how Trole begins to tattle, Tarry awhile ye shall hear him prattle. With a hey &c.
For Beauty begins to wag her tail, Of Cleanly's help we shall not fail, And Chanter opens very well, But Merry she doth bear the bell. With a hey &c.
So prick the path, and down the lane, She uses still her old train, She is gone to what-call wood Where we are like to do no good. With a hey &c. From The Freeman's Songs in Deuteromelia. 1609. H