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.
| For Willy has gotten his Jill, |
| And Johnny has got his Jone, |
| To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, |
| Jigg it up and down. |
| "Strike up," says Watt; "Agreed," says Kate, |
| "And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" |
| "Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge, |
| For this is a Holiday! |
| Then every man did put his hat off to his lass, |
| And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass. |
| "Begin," says Hall; "Ay, ay," says Mall, |
| "We'll lead up Packington's pound:" |
| "No, no," says Noll, and so says Doll, |
| "We'll first have Sellenger's round." |
| Then every man began to foot it round about, |
| And every girl did jet it, |
| Jet it, jet it in and out. |
| "You're out," says Dick; "Not I," says Nick. |
| "The Fiddler played it false;" |
| "'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue, |
| And so says nimble Alice. |
| The Fiddler then began to play the tune again, |
| And every girl did trip it, |
| Trip it, trip it to the men. |
| Then after an hour, they went to a bower, |
| And played for ale and cakes, |
| And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes. |
| The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, |
| And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again, |
| And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again. |
| Now there they did stay the whole of the day, |
| And tired the Fiddler quite, |
| With singing and playing, without any paying, |
| From morning until night. |
| They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play, |
| And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away. |
| "Good-night," says Harry; "Good-night," says Mary; |
| "Good-night," says Dolly to John; |
| "Good-night," says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh, |
| "Good night," says everyone. |
| Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way, |
| And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday, |
| And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. |
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