And casting up her eyes to heaven And drinking up the poison strong, Her life she lost withal. And when that death through every limb Her body then they did entomb, At Godstowe, near to Oxford town, As may be seen this day. T. Delone CXV THE HITCHEN MAY-DAY SONG Remember us poor Mayers all! To lead our lives in righteousness, We have been rambling all the night, And now returned back again, We have brought you a branch of May. A branch of May we have brought you, It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out The hedges and trees they are so green, Our heavenly Father He water'd them The heavenly gates are open wide, The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower; We are here to-day and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day: So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May! Old Song CXVI THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE Will you hear a Spanish lady How she woo'd an English man? Garments gay and rich as may be, Decked with jewels, had she on ; Of a comely countenance and grace was she, And by birth and parentage of high degree. As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lie; Cupid's bands did tie her faster, By the liking of an eye; In his courteous company was all her joy, At the last there came commandment For to set the ladies free, With their jewels still adorned, None to do them injury: 'Alas!' then said this lady gay, 'full woe is me; O let me still sustain this kind captivity! 'O gallant captain, show some pity To a lady in distress ; Leave me not within the city, For to die in heaviness; Thou hast set this present day my body free, 'How should'st thou, fair lady, love me, 'All the evil I think to thee, most gracious knight, God grant unto myself the same may fully light: 'Blessed be the time and season That you came on Spanish ground; If you may our foes be termed, Gentle foes we have you found. With our city you have won our hearts each one; Then to your country bear away that is your own.' 'Rest you still, most gallant lady, Rest you still, and weep no more; Of fair lovers there are plenty; Spain doth yield a wondrous store.' ‘Spaniards fraught with jealousy we often find, But English men throughout the world are counted kind. 'Leave me not unto a Spaniard ; You alone enjoy my heart; And so love is my desert. Still to serve thee day and night my mind is press'd; The wife of every English man is counted blest.’ 'It would be a shame, fair lady, 'I will quickly change myself if it be so, 'I have neither gold nor silver To maintain thee in this case, And to travel, 'tis great charges, As you know, in every place.' 'My chains and jewels everyone shall be thine own, And eke five hundred pounds in gold that lies unknown.' 'On the seas are many dangers; Many storms do there arise, Which will be to ladies dreadful, And force tears from watery eyes.' 'Well in truth I shall endure extremity, For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.' 'Courteous lady, be contented; Here comes all that breeds the strife; I in England have already A sweet woman to my wife : I will not falsify my vow for gold or gain, Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain. 'Oh how happy is that woman, On my knees I pardon crave for this offence, ' Commend me to thy loving lady: Bear to her this chain of gold, All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee, 'I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all her laws defy, In a nunnery will I shroud me, Far from any company: But ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss. 'Thus farewell, most gentle captain, And farewell my heart's content! |