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Come along then, and let's see there,
What a merry world wil be there;
Ther's Alexis of the rockes,
Come to shake his flaxen lockes,
  There's such tripping,
  Mounting, skipping,
Hei brave boies in lively measure:
  Kitt, and Kate,
  There will waite,
Tibb and Tom will take their pleasure.

Ma.How my mind doth longing run,
On the merry sports begun;
But, my Mopsus, much I feare,
Croud the fidler is not there.
  Mo.If not he.
  There wil be
Drone the piper that will trounce it;
  Ma.But if Croud
  Strucke aloud,
Lord, methinks how I could bounce it.