BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green

holly:

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie,

In spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower

In spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.

A LOVER AND HIS LASS

And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime

In spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.

(B 325)

353

2 A

FROM TWELFTH NIGHT

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love 's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Come Away,
Come Away,
Death

FROM TWELFTH NIGHT

Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a cruel, fair maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse where my bones shall be

thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me O where

Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there!