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yett with her hand shee made it stand
soe stiffe shee cold not bend it, & then anon shee cryes
once more, & none can mend it !"
and cried still “ Once more.”
Adew, adew, sweet hart,” quoth hee,
doe me wronge,” quoth shee,
wherat shee was offended ;
shee wold have one shold mend it. ?
and went away.
She declared she'd get some one else,
i Qui n'en a qu'un, n'en a point : Prov. (Meant of Cocks, Bulls, &c., and sometimes alledged by lascivious women,) as
good have none as have no more but one. Cotgrave.-F.
O Jolly Robin.
[Page 95 of MS.]
I'll cry out.
O lolly Robin, hold thy hande !
I begin to fainta!
Robin, do your worst!
“Lolly Robin, doe thy worst !
Let me go!
I wretched stuff.—Percy.
2 MS. lydain.-F.
When Phebus addrest. .
[Page 96 of MS.]
This song is printed in “Merry Drollery Complete,” Part 2, 1661 and 1670, also in “Wit and Drollery, Jovial Poems,” 1656, p. 35. The tune is printed under the title of the burden “O doe not, doe not kill me yet,” in J. J. Starter's “Boertigheden,” Amsterdam, 4to, 1634, with a Dutch song written to the tune. This proves that the popularity of the song had extended to Holland twenty-two years before the earliest English copy that I have hitherto found. If the date given for the Percy folio, about 1620, is right, it contains the earliest copy known.-W. C.
WHEN Phebus addrest himselfe to the west,
& set vp his rest below,
her bewtie on me to bestow ;
by chance I hard one crye
for I am not prepared to dye !”
walking alone, I heard a maid say “Don't kill me yet."
I saw a strange show,
With that I drew neare to see & to heare,
& strange did appeare such a showe;
as ffitts not each wight to know:
& euer the mayd shee did cry,
for I am not resolued to dye !”
WIEN PHEBUS ADDREST.
The game was blindman's buff,
The youth was rough, he tooke vp her stuffe,
& to blindmans buffe they did goe; hee kept such a coyle, he gaue her the foyle,
soe great the broyle it did growe. but shee was soe yonge, & he was soe stronge,
& he left her not till shee did crye, “O doe not, doe not, kill me yett,
for I am not resolued to dye!”
with that he gaue ore, & solemplye swore
he wold kill her noe more that night, but badd her adew: full litle he knew
shee wold tempt him to more delight.
her more cause for to crye,