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Robin in the Rushes
A shepherd kept sheep on a hill so high,
And there came a pretty maid passing by,
"Shepherd," quoth she, "Dost thou want e'er a wife?"
"No, by my troth!—I'm not weary of my life!"
"Shepherd! For thee I care not a fly, For thou hast not the face with a fair maid to lie!" "How now, my damsel! Say'st thou me so? Thou shalt taste of my bottle before thou dost go!"
Then he took her and laid her upon the ground, And made her believe that the world went round. "Look yonder, my shepherd! Look yonder! I spy There are fine pretty babies that dance in the sky!
And now they are vanished, and now they appear, Sure they will tell stories of what we do here?" "Lie still, my dear Chloris! Enjoy thy conceit, For the babes are too young and too little to prate."
"See how the heavens fly swifter than day! Rise quickly, or they will all run away! Rise quickly, my shepherd, quickly I tell ye, For the sun, moon and stars are got all in my belly!
Oh dear! Where am I? Pray show me the way, Unto my father's house hard by, If he chance to chide me for staying so long, I'll tell him the fumes of your bottle were strong!
And now thou hast brought my body to shame, I prithee now tell me: What is thy name?" "Why, Robin-in-the-Rushes my name is, quoth he," (But I think he told her quite contrary!).
Then for Robin-in-the-Rushes she did enquire, But he hung down his head, and he would not come nigh her,
He winked with one eye, as if he'd been blind, And he drew one leg after, a great way behind:
- Hesperus
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My Thing Is My Own: Bawdy Songs of D'Urfey (1653-1723)
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