Upon a Summers DayThe Garland
= 116
86
Souldier:My dearest deare adue, since that I needs must goemy fortunes to pursue against some Forraine FoeBeing that it is so, I pray thee patient beand doe no kilt thy Coat, to goe along with mePegge:Alas my dearest heart, if that thou leave me hereDeath kills me with his dart, as plainly may appearFor sorrow griefe and smart will quickly make me dyeTherefore lie kilt my Coat, and goe along with thee−−Pepys, Ballads, I,296
Blew Cap
= 110
86
The Night Peece
= 100
86
Boateman
= 95
86
Ye gales that gently wave the seaAnd please the canny Boat−manBear me frae hence, or bring to meMy brave, my bonny Scot−manIn haly bands we join’d our handsYet may this not discoverWhile parents rate a large estateBefore a faithfu’ lover
The Begger Boy
= 90Am Dm Am B� Dm C F Am
86
Am Dm Am B� Dm Gm Dm Am
F C B� F C F C
F C B� F Gm Dm Am
From ancient pedigree, by due descentI well can derive my generationThroughout all Christendome, and also KentMy calling is known both in terme and vacationMy parents old taught me to be boldIle never be daunted, whatever is spokenWhere e’re I come, my custome I holdAnd cry, Good your worship, bestow one token!−−Roxburghe Ballads
Parsons farewell
= 200 1 2
1 2
Bobbing Joe
= 110
86
The New Exchange
= 100
86
I’ll go no more to the New Exchange, there is no room at allIt is so throng’d and crowded by the gallants of WhitehallBut I’ll go to the Old Exchange, where old things are in fashionFor now the Kew’s become the shop of this blessed ReformationCome, my new Courtiers, what d’ye lack? Good consciences? I you doHere’s long and wide, the only wear, the straight will trouble you
The Whish
= 100
86
StingoThe Oyle of Barly
Cold and Raw
= 110
86
Be merry, my friends, and list a whileUnto a merry jestIt mayfrom you produce a smileWhen you heare it exprestOf a young manlately marriedWhich was a boone goode fellowThis song in’s headhe alwaies carriedWhen drink made him mellowI cannot go home,nor will I go homeIt’s long of the oyle of BarlyI’le tarry allnight for my delightAnd go home in the morning early−−Humour,Wit and Satire (1647)
The Wherligig
= 110
86
Picking of Sticks
= 120
86
The Old Mole
= 120
86
Grimstock
= 95
86
Wooddicock
= 110 1 2
86
1 2
Greenwood
= 110
86
The Saraband
= 110
86
Hit and misse
= 100
86
Confesse, his tuneThe Court Lady
= 105
86
Mage on a Cree
= 120
86
A Health to Betty
= 110
86
Millisons Jegge
= 110
86
The Spanish Jeepsie
= 110
86
Lady Spellor
= 110
86
Kemps Jegg
= 110
86
The Cherping of the Larke
= 120
If all the World were Paper
= 110
86
Adsons Saraband
= 110
86
Nonesuch
= 120
Daphne
= 100 1 2
86
When Daphne from fair Phoebus did flyThe west wind most sweetly did blow in her faceHer silken scarf scarce shadowed her eyesThe God cried, O pity! and held her in chaceStay, Nymph, stay, Nymph, cries Apollo, tarry and turn thee, Sweet Nymph, stayLion nor Tiger doth thee follow, turn thy fair eyes, and look this wayO turn, O pretty sweet, and let our red lips meetO pity me, Daphne, pity me,&c.−−Chappell
The merry merry Milke Maids
= 120
86
Upon the first of May, with garlands fresh and gayWith mirth and music sweet, for such a season meetThey pass their time awayThey dance away sorrow, and all the day thorowTheir legs do never failThey nimbly their feet to plyAnd bravely try the victoryIn honour o’ th’ milking pail, in honour ...−−Chappell
Mill−field
= 110
86
The fine Companion
= 110
86
1 2
Skellemesago
= 110
86
Cast a Bell
= 180
The Spanyard
= 100
86
Rose is white and Rose is red
= 110
86
Have at thy Coat old woman
= 180
Drive the cold winter away
= 110
86
The Gun
= 110
86
Peppers Black
= 100
86
The Maid peept out at the windowThe Frier in the Well
= 110
86
As I lay musing all alone, a merry tale I thought uponNow listen a while and I will you tellOf a fryar that lov’d a bonny lass wellHe came to her when she was going to bedDesiring to have her maidenheadBut she denied his desireSaying that she did fear hellfireTush tush, quoth the fryer, thou need’s notIf thou wert in hell I could sing thee outWhy then, quoth the maid, thou shalt have thy requestThe fryer was as glad as a fox in his nest ...
Halfe Hannikin
= 110
86
Lord of Carnarvans Jegg
= 210 1 2
Irish Trot
= 180
Faine I wouldThe King’s Complaint
Parthenia
= 90
86
Faine I would, if I couldBy any means obteineLeave of my bestMasters to sit with them againeBut my blest ParlimentWill never give consentThey say tis such a thingeFor the worst of them’s a KingeWee will rule stillIn spight of CavalieresO brave house of CommonsO brave house of PeeresReligion you have pull’d downeAnd soe you have the crowneMy laws & Kingdome tooI think the Devill’s in youElse you’ll not endureSuch a constant floodAll of childrens tearesAnd theire dead Fathers blood ...
Once I loved a Maiden faire
= 150
The Irish LadyAnniseed−water Robin
= 100 1 2
86
All a Mode de France
= 110
Me have of late been in EnglandVere me have seen much sportDe raising of de ParliamentHave quite pull’d down de CourtDe King and Queen dey seperateAnd rule in ignorancePray judge yeGentlemen, if disBe a la mode de France
My Lady Cullen
= 120
The Bath
= 120
Goddesses
= 120
Jog on
= 110
86
Hearts Ease
= 100 1 2
86
Misogonus: Dering:Singe care away with sport & playe A cooper I am, and have beenPasttime is all our pleasure long, and hooping is my tradeYf well we fare, for nought we care And married man am I to as pretty aIn mearth our constant treasure ... wench as ever God hath made
The HealthThe Merry Wasel
= 180
Come, faith, since I’m partingW:And that God knows whenW:Thewalls of sweet Wickham I shall see againW:Let’s e’en have a frolic,and drink like tall menW:Till heads with healths go roundW:Tillheads with healths go round
Jack Pudding
= 110
86
Prince Ruperts March
= 140
ArgeersThe Wedding Night
= 230
Dissembling Love
= 90
86
The London GentlewomanThe Hemp−Dresser
= 110
86
Lavena
= 120
86
Mayden Lane
= 140
Jack a Lent
= 150
Chirping of the Nightingale
= 110
86
A Souldiers life
= 110
86
Saint Martins
= 140
1 2
Cuckolds all a row
= 110 1 2
86
Come bachelors and married men, and listen to my songAnd I will shew you plainly then, the injury and wrongThat constantly I do sustain through my unhappy lifeThe which does put me to great pain, by my unquiet wife
Petticoat wag
= 110
86
Pauls Steeple
= 140
Rufty tufty
= 180 1 2
All in a Garden green
= 120
SedaunyDargason
= 120
86
Chappell quotes the first of 16 verses set to this tune in the 17th century:The Shrop−shire Wakes, or hey for Christmas, being thedelightful sports of most countries, to the tune of Dargason.
Come Robin, Ralph, and little HarryAnd merry Thomas to our greenWhere we shall meet with Bridget and SaryAnd the finest girls that e’er were seenThen hey for Christmas a once yearWhen we have cakes, with ale and beerFor at Christmas every dayYoung men and maids may dance away
The Punks Delight
= 120
44
Aye meThe Simphony
= 200
BroomeThe bonny bonny Broome
= 200
44
The Milke−Mayds Bobb
= 110
86
An Old man is a Bed full of bones
= 110
86
Newcastle
= 200
44
1 2
Cherily and merrily
= 90
86
The Countrey Coll
= 110
86
Saturday night and Sunday morn
= 110
86
Dull Sir John
= 120
86
Hockley in the hole
= 100 1 2
86
1 2
New Boe peep
= 110
86
The Fryar and the Nun
= 140
ChestnutDoves Figary
= 180
Welcome to town, Tom Dove, Tom Dove,The merriest man aliveThy company stil we love, we love,God grant thee well to thriveAll never will depart from theeFor better or worse, my joyFor thou shalt still have our good willGod’s blessing on my sweet boy
Pauls Wharfe
= 100
86
Stanes Morris
= 140
Tom Tinker
= 100
86
Kettle Drum
= 180
Mundesse
= 140
1 2
1 2
1 2
Hide Parke
= 110
86
Lady lye neare me
= 100
86
Lulle me beyond thee
= 100
86
The Glory of the West
= 160
Jenny pluck Pears
= 120
86
= 100
43
Gathering Peascods
= 180 1 2
1 2
1 2
Up Tailes all
= 140
New New Nothing
= 140
Scotch CapEdinburgh Castle
= 110 1 2
86
Step Stately
= 100
86
Shepheards HolydayLabour in Vaine
= 100
86
1 2
1 2
Fie upon love! fond love! false love!Great are the torments that lovers endureIt is a snare − brings care − bones bareNone can a remedy for it procureOf all the afflictions that are incidentTo us while we march under Time’s regimentThere’s nothing to man brings such discontentAs love unbeloved againeIt breaketh our sleep, it distracteth the witIt make use doe things that for men are unfitIf I may but give a true censure on itIt shall be call’d "Labour in vaine".
Row well ye Marriners
= 110
86
Graies Inne Maske
= 150
Graies Inne Maske
= 120
= 110
86
The Slip
= 130