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	272                                  ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC.
	and Churchard, in his " Replication to Camel's objection," says to him— " The most of your study hath been of Robyn Hood : And Bevis of Hampton and Syr Launcelet de Lake % Hath taught you, full oft, your verses to make." The ballad, entitled " The noble acts of Arthur of the Round Table, and of Sir Laiincelot du Lake," is printed in Percy's Beliques of Ancient Poetry.
	THE SPANISH GIPSY. This is in every edition of The Dancing Master, and in MusicFs Delight on the Cithren, 1666. It is found in the ballad-operas, such as The Bays' Opera, 1730, and The Fashionable Lady, 1730, under the name of Come, follow, folloio me. • The name of The Spanish Gipsy is probably derived from a gipsies' song in Rowley and Middleton's play of that name. It begins, " Come, follow your leader, follow," and the metre is suitable to the air. In the Roxburghe Collection, i. 544, is a black-letter .ballad, entitled 'i The-brave English Jipsie: to the tune of The Spanish Jipsie. Printed for John Trundle," &c. It consists of eighteen stanzas, and commencing— " Come, follow, follow all, Tib English Jipsies' call." And in the same volume, p. 408, one by M[artin] P[arker], called " The three merry Cobblers," of which the following are the first, eighth, fourteenth, and last stanzas. (Printed at London for F. Grove.)
	Come, follow, follow me, To the alehouse we'll march all three. Leave awl, last, thread, and leather, And let's go all together. Our trade excels most trades i'the land, For we are still on the mending hand. Whatever we do intend, We bring to a perfect end; If any offence be past, We make all well at last. We sit at work when others stand, And still we are on the mending hand.	All day we merrily sing, .. . And customers to us do bring Or unto us do send Their boots and shoes to mend. We have onr money at first demand ; Thus still we are on the mending hand. We pray for dirty weather, And money to pay for leather, Which if we have, and health, A fig for worldly wealth. Till men upon their heads do stand, We still shall be on the mending hand.