Part the First Lithe and listen, gentlemen,
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The Story of Ill May Day, in the reign of king Henry the Eighth, and why it was so called; and how Queen Katherine begged the lives of t
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Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,
And siclyke men of hie degrie;
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I have a gentil cock
croweth me day
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I syng of a mayden
That is mak{.e}les;
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Adam lay ibounden,
Bounden in a bond.
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My Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt,
It doth so well become her:
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It fell about the Martinmas, Quhen the wind blew shril and cauld,
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On yonder hill a castle standes, With walles and towres bedight,
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Part the First Mery it was in the grene forest
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MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)
"Why does your sword so drip with blood,
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Primus Pastor
Haylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child!
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May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh days
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Part the First. Henry, our royall kind, would ride a hunting
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Somer passed/and wynter well begone The dayes shorte/the darke nyghtes longe
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Allemyghty god, maker of alle, Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle,
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Lvld in an heauenly Charme of pleasing passions, Many their well thewd rimes doe fayre attemper
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Roome is a taker, Poets say, And lawyers are so too, you see
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Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde, And Juno eke, both by one accorde,
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The trewe processe of Englysh polycye
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Many a man doth speake of mee, But no man euer shall me see,
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Not Marke, but Mercurie keepes her warme, And Neptune hugs her in his arme
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Of Hector's deeds did Homer sing, And of the sack of stately Troy,
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The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,
And a vowe to God mayd he
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A song I sing of my sea-adventure,
The strain of peril, the stress of toil,
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Have you not heard these many years ago, Jeptha was judge of Israel?
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A Robyn, Jolly Robyn,
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I read that once in Affrica A princely wight did raine,
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A poore soule sat sighing under a sicamore tree; O willow, willow, willow!
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