I. THE GREENWOOD TREE. UNDER the greenwood tree, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. 2. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to lie in the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. William Shakespeare. THE JOVIAL BEGGAR. I. THERE was a jovial beggar, Lame from his cradle And forced for to beg. And a-begging we will go, And a-begging we will go. 2. A bag for his oatmeal, And a long pair of crutches, And a-begging we will go. 3. A bag for his wheat, And a little bottle by his side, And a-begging we will go. 4. Seven years I begg'd, For my old master Wilde, 5. I begged for my master, And got him store of pelf, But goodness now be praised, And a-begging we will go. 6. In a hollow tree I live, and pay no rent, 7. Of all the occupations A beggar's is the best, He can lay him down to rest. And a-begging we will go. 8. I fear no plots against me, I live in open cell; Then who would be a king, lads, When the beggar lives so well? Will go, will go, And a-begging we will go. Old Song. PUCK AND THE FAIRY. Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Through bush, through brier, Through flood, through fire, In those freckles live their savors. Our LADY-BIRD, LADY-BIRD. 1. LADY-BIRD, lady-bird! fly away home! 2. Lady-bird, lady-bird! fly away home! The glow-worm is lighting her lamp, The dew's falling fast, and your fine sper kled wings Will flag with the close-clinging damp. 3. Lady-bird, lady-bird! fly away home! Good luck if you reach it at last! The owl's come abroad, and the bat's on the roam, Sharp set from their Ramazan * fast. 4. Lady-bird, lady-bird! fly away home! The fairy bells tinkle afar! Make haste, or they'll catch you, and harness you fast With a cobweb to Oberon's car. 5. Lady-bird, lady-bird! fly away home! To your house in the old willow-tree, Where your children so dear have invited the ant And a few cozy neighbors to tea. 6. Lady-bird, lady-bird! fly away home! Caroline B. Southey. * Ramazan, the holy month of the Mohammedans, in which they keep their lenten fast. |