COME
LASSES AND LADS
R. Caldecott's
Picture Books
Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd.
London
COME LASSES AND LADS
Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,
And away to the May-pole hey:
For every he
Has got him a she,
with a minstrel standing by.
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For Willy has gotten his Jill,
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And Johnny has got his Jone,
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To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it,
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Jigg it up and down.
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"Strike up," says Watt; "Agreed," says Kate,
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"And I prithee, Fiddler, play;"
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"Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge,
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For this is a Holiday!
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Then every man did put his hat off to his lass,
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And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.
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"Begin," says Hall; "Ay, ay," says Mall,
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"We'll lead up Packington's pound:"
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"No, no," says Noll, and so says Doll,
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"We'll first have Sellenger's round."
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Then every man began to foot it round about,
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And every girl did jet it,
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Jet it, jet it in and out.
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"You're out," says Dick; "Not I," says Nick.
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"The Fiddler played it false;"
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"'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue,
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And so says nimble Alice.
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The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,
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And every girl did trip it,
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Trip it, trip it to the men.
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Then after an hour, they went to a bower,
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And played for ale and cakes,
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And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes.
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The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,
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And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again,
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And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again.
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Now there they did stay the whole of the day,
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And tired the Fiddler quite,
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With singing and playing, without any paying,
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From morning until night.
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They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play,
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And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away.
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"Good-night," says Harry; "Good-night," says Mary;
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"Good-night," says Dolly to John;
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"Good-night," says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh,
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"Good night," says everyone.
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Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way,
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And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday,
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And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.
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ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS, LTD.,
154 CLERKENWELL ROAD, LONDON, E.C.1.
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN