THE MERRY BELLS OF OXFORD. From The Loyal Garland, or Poesie for Kings, 1624; reprinted by the Percy Society, 1850. H the merry Christ-Church bells, OH One, two, three, four, five, six; They troll so wondrous deep, So woundy sweet, And they chime so merrily, merrily. At every day by four and ten, Cries, Come, come, come, come, come to prayers, LOVE IN THY YOUTH. From Walter Porter's Madrigals and Airs, 1632. OVE in thy youth, fair maid, be wise; Lo Old Time will make thee colder, Then winter comes with all his fears And all thy sweets shall borrow; PARTING. From Egerton MS., 2013; printed in vol. iii. of Arber's Garner. WE must not part, as others do, With sighs and tears, as we were two. Though with these outward forms we part, I am not, if that thou be there? True love hath wings, and can as soon HEY NONNY NO! From Christ Church MS., i. 5. 49. HEY nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die! And turn upon the toe And sing Hey nonny no, When the winds blow and the seas flow? Hey nonny no! THE GREAT ADVENTURER. Quoted in Brome's Sparagus Garden, acted 1635. OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey; Over rocks that are steepest, Where there is no place Where the midge dares not venture If love come, he will enter, You may esteem him Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; But if she whom love doth honour Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Some think to lose him From Christ Church MS. K., 3. 43-5. (Music by Thomas Ford.) YET if his majesty our sovereign lord Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say, "I'll be your guest to-morrow night", How should we stir ourselves, call and command "Let no man idle stand. All hands to work! Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall; See they be fitted all; Let there be room to eat, And order taken that there want no meat. See every sconce and candlestick made bright, The cushions in the chairs, And all the candles lighted on the stairs? Let each man give attendance in his place!" Thus if the king were coming would we do, For 't is a duteous thing To show all honour to an earthly king, So he be pleased, to think no labour lost. We wallow in our sin, Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn. WALY, WALY. Printed in Thomson's Orpheus Caledonius, 1725. The original version of the song probably dates from circa 1675, where it is brought into the ballad of Jamie Douglas. It is possible, however, that it dates from the sixteenth century. See Prof. Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads, part vii. (Boston, 1890). WALY, waly, up the bank, O waly, waly, doun the brae, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— O waly, waly, but love be bonnie |