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And ſome of them whiſtl’d, and ſome of them ſung, And ſome theſe Words did ſay,And ever when as the Lord Bernard’s Horn blew, Away thou little Muſgrave away.
Methinks I hear the Threſſel Cock, Methinks I hear the Jay,Methinks I hear my Lord Bernard’s Horn, And I wou’d I were away.
Lie ſtill, lie ſtill thou little Muſgrave, And huggle me ſrom the cold,’Tis nothing but a Shepherd’s Boy A driving his Sheep to Fold.
Is not thy Hawk upon the Pearch? Thy Steed eats Oats and Hay?And thy fair Lady in thine Arms? And woud’ſt thou be away?
With that my Lord Bernard came to the Door, And lighted upon a Stone;He plucked out three Silver Keys, And open’d the Doors each one.
He lifted up the Coverlet, He lifted up the Sheet;How now, now now; thou little Muſgrave, Doeſt find my Lady ſo ſweet?
I find her ſweet, quoth Little Muſgrave, The more ’tis to my pain,I would gladly give thee three hunderd Pound, That I were on yonder Plain.
Ariſe, ariſe, thou little Muſgrave, And put thy Cloathes on,It ſhall nere be ſaid in my Countree, That I killed a Naked Mon.
