THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD WEEP, weep, ye woodmen, wail, Here lie his primer and his beads, And as they fall shed tears and say, Robert, Earl of Huntingdon.1 1 By Munday and Chettle. HEY dery dery, with a lusty dery, Hoigh Mistress Mary, I pray you be merry. Your pretty person we may compare to Lais, Hoigh my Mistress Mary, I pray you be merry. Hussa, my Mistress Mary, I pray you be merry. Your lips are ruddy as the reddy rose, Your teeth as white as ever was the whale's bones, So clear, so sweet, so fair, so good, so fresh, so gay, In all Jurie truly at this day there is none. With a lusty voice sing we dery dery, Hussa, Mistress Mary, I pray you be merry. Mary Magdalen. THE MAID OF KENT THERE was a maid came out of Kent, There was a maid came out of Kent, There was a maid came out of Kent, As ever upon the ground went, The Longer Thou Livest the I HAVE A PRETTY TITMOUSE I HAVE a pretty titmouse Robin Redbreast with his notes The Longer Thou Livest the CUPID AND CAMPASPE CUPID and my Campaspe played The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), Alexander and Campaspe. THE SONG OF BIRDS WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail? 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, |