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I'll speed me to the pond, where the high stool
On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool;
That stool, the dread of every scolding quean ;
Yet, sure a lover should not die so mean !
There plac'd aloft, I'll rave and rail by fits,
Though all the parish say I've lost my wits; 110
And thence, if courage holds, myself I'll throw,
And quench my passion in the lake below.

“ Ye lasses, cease your burthen, cease to moan, And, by my case forewarn’d, go mind your own.

The Sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place ; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings; The prudent maiden deems it now too late, And till to-morrow comes defers her fate. 120

THURSDAY; OR, THE SPELI

HOBNELIA.

HOBNELIA, seated in a dreary vale,
In pensive mood rehears’d her piteous tale ;
Her piteous tale the winds in sighs be noan,
And pining echo answers groan for grvan.

“ I rue the day, a rueful day, I trow,
The woeful day, a day indeed of woe!
When Lubuerkin to town his cattle drove,
A maiden fine bedight he bapt to love;

Ver. 8. Dight, or bedight, from the Saxon word dighbod, which signifies to set in order.

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The maiden fine bedight his love retains,
And for the village he forsakes the plains.
Return, my Lubberkin, these ditties hear;
Spells will I try, and spells shall ease my care.
• With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.'

“ When first the year I heard the cuckoo sing, And call with welcome note the budding spring, I straightway set a running with such hastė, Deborah that won the smock scarce ran so fast; Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising bank I sat adown,

20 Then doff'd my shoe, and, by my troth, I swear, Therein I spy'd this yellow frizzled hair, As like to Lubberkin's in curl and hue, As if upon his comely pate it grew. • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.

“ At eve last Midsummer no sleep I sought, But to the field a bag of hemp-seed brought ; I scatter'd round the seed on every side, And three times in a trembling accent cry'd, 30 • This hemp-seed with my virgin hand I sow, Who shall my true-love be, the crop shall mow.' I straight look'd back, and, if my eyes speak truth, With his keen scythe behind me came the youth.

Ver. 21. Doff and don, contracted from the words do off and do on.

With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.'

“ Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind
Their paramours with mutual chirpings find';
I early rose, just at the break of day,
Before the Sun had chas'd the stars away;

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A-field I went, amid the morning dew,
To milk my kine (for so should huswives do);
Thee first I spy'd ; and the first swain we see,
In spite of Fortune, shall our true love be.
See, Lubberkin, each bird his partner take;
And canst thou then thy sweetheart dear forsake ?'
• With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.

“ Last May-day fair I search'd to find a snail, That might my secret lover's name reveal. 50 Upon a gooseberry-bush a snail I found, (For always snails near sweetest fruit abound). I seiz'd the vermine, whom I quickly sped, And on the earth the milk-white embers spread. Slow crawld the snail; and, if I right can spell, In the soft ashes mark'd a curious L. Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove! For L is found in Lubberkin and Love. • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.' 60 “ Two hazel nuts I threw into the flame, And to each nut I gave a sweetheart's name; This with the loudest bounce me sore amaz'd, That in a flame of brightest colour blaz’d. As blaz'd the nut, so may thy passion grow ; For 'twas thy nut that did so brightly glow. • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.' 68

As peasecods once I pluck’d, I chanc'd to see One that was closely fill'd with three times three. Which, when I cropp'd, I safely home convey'd, And o'er the door the spell in secret laid ; My wheel I turn'd, sung a ballad new, While from the spindle I the fleeces drew; The latch mov'd up, when, who should first come in, But, in his proper person

Lubberkin. I broke my yarn, surpris'd the sight to see; Sure sign that he would break his word with me. Eftsoons I join'd it with my wonted slight: So may again his love with mine unite !

80 • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.'

Ver. 64. εγώ δ' επί Λέλφιδι δάφναν

Αθω. χ ως αυτά λακέει, μέγα καπουρίσασα. Ver. 66.

THEOC. Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in Daphnide.

“ This lady-fly I take from off the grass, Whose spotted back might scarlet red surpass, • Fly, lady-bird, North, South, or East, or West, Fly where the man is found that I love best.' He leaves my hand; see, to the West he's flown, To call my true-love from the faithless town. • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around. 90

“ I pare this pippin round and round again, My shepherd's name to flourish on the plain, I fing th' unbroken paring o'er my head, Upon the grass a perfect L is read; Yet on my heart a fairer L is seen Than what the paring makes upon the green. • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.'

“ This pippin shall another trial make, See from the core two kernels brown I take; This on my cheek for Lubberkin is worn; And Boobyclod on t other side is borne. But Boobyclod soon drops upon the ground, A certain token that his love's unsound; While Lubberkin sticks firmly to the last ; Oh, were his lips to mine but join'd so fast ! • With my sharp heel I three times mark the

ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.'

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Ver. 93. Transque caput jace; ne respexeris.

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