This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one
This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty
Let's have some merry ones.
Why, this is a passing merry one and goes
to the tune of —Two Maids Wooing a Man. There's
scarce a maid westward but she sings it. ‘Tis in
request, I can tell you.
We can both sing it. If thou ‘lt bear a part, thou
shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
We had the tune on ‘t a month ago.
I can bear my part. You must know 'tis my
occupation. Have at it with you.
Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.
It becomes thy oath full well
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Me too. Let me go thither.
Or thou goest to th' grange or mill.
If to either, thou dost ill.
Thou hast sworn my love to be.
Thou hast sworn it more to me.
Then whither goest? Say whither.
We'll have this song out anon by
ourselves. My father and the gentlemen are in sad
talk, and we'll not trouble them. Come, bring away
thy pack after me.—Wenches, I'll buy for you
both.—Peddler, let's have the first choice.—Follow
He exits with Mopsa, Dorcas, Shepherds and
And you shall pay well for 'em.
Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new'st and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?
Come to the peddler.
Money's a meddler
That doth utter all men's ware-a.