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REIGN OF ELIZABETH. |
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GOOD FELLOWS MUST GO LEARN TO DANCE. |
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The following ballad is from a copy (probably unique) in the Collection of Mr. George Daniel, of Canonbury. It may be sung to several of the foregoing airs, but the name of the proper tune is not given on the copy. |
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A NEW BALLAD INTITULED
OOOD FELLOWS MUST GO LEARN TO DANCE. |
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Good fellows must go learn to dance,
The bridal is full near-a, There is a Braule come out of France,
The trick'st you heard this year-a ; For I must leap, and thou must hop,
And we must turn all three-a, The fourth must bounce it like a top,
And so we shall agree-a; I pray thee, Minstrel, make no stop,
For we will merry be-a.
The bridegroom would give 20 pound
The marriage-day were past-a; You know while lovers are unbound,
The knot is slipp'ry fast-a. A better man may come in place,
And take the bride away-a; God send or Wilkin better grace, ■
Our pretty Tom doth say-a; Good Vicar, axe the banns apace,
And haste the marriage-day-a. |
A band of bells in bawdrick wise
Would deck us in our kind-a ; A shirt after the Morris guise,
To flounce it in the wind-a; A Whiffler for to make the way,
And May brought in with all-a, Is braver than the sun, I say,
And passeth Round or Braule-a, For we will trip so trick and gay,
That we will pass them all-a.
Draw to dancing, neighbours all,
Good fellows, hip is best-a; It skills not if we take a fall,
In honoring this feast-a. The bride will thank us for our glee,
The world will us behold-a; 0 where shall all this dancing be ?
In Kent or in Cotswold-a ? Our lord doth know, then axe not me,
And so my tale is told-a. |
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Imprinted at London in Mete Strete at the signe of the Faucon, by Wylliam Gryffith, and are to be solde at his shoppe in S. Dunstones Church Yearde, 1569. |
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