Ancient Poems [82]
her long home at last; The old woman died, and Sir Arthur was free, And he soon came a-courting to charming Mollee.
Now charming Mollee in her carriage doth ride, With her hounds at her feet, and her lord by her side: Now all ye fair maids take a warning by me, And ne'er love a married man till his wife dee.
Ballad: THERE WAS AN OLD MAN CAME OVER THE LEA.
[THIS is a version of the BAILLIE OF BERWICK, which will be found in the LOCAL HISTORIAN'S TABLE-BOOK. It was originally obtained from Morpeth, and communicated by W. H. Longstaffe, Esq., of Darlington, who says, 'in many respects the BAILLIE OF BERWICK is the better edition - still mine may furnish an extra stanza or two, and the ha! ha! ha! is better than heigho, though the notes suit either version.']
THERE was an old man came over the Lea, Ha-ha-ha-ha! but I won't have him. (67) He came over the Lea, A-courting to me, With his grey beard newly-shaven.
My mother she bid me open the door: I opened the door, And he fell on the floor.
My mother she bid me set him a stool: I set him a stool, And he looked like a fool.
My mother she bid me give him some beer: I gave him some beer, And he thought it good cheer.
My mother she bid me cut him some bread: I cut him some bread, And I threw't at his head.
My mother she bid me light him to bed. I lit him to bed, And wished he were dead.
My mother she bid me tell him to rise: I told him to rise, And he opened his eyes.
My mother she bid me take him to church: I took him to church, And left him in the lurch; With his grey beard newly-shaven.
Ballad: WHY SHOULD WE QUARREL FOR RICHES.
[A VERSION of this very favourite song may be found in Ramsay's TEA-TABLE MISCELLANY. Though a sailor's song, we question whether it is not a greater favourite with landsmen. The chorus is become proverbial, and its philosophy has often been invoked to mitigate the evils and misfortunes of life.]
HOW pleasant a sailor's life passes, Who roams o'er the watery main! No treasure he ever amasses, But cheerfully spends all his gain. We're strangers to party and faction, To honour and honesty true; And would not commit a bad action For power or profit in view. Then why should we quarrel for riches, Or any such glittering toys; A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches, Will go through the world, my brave boys!
The world is a beautiful garden, Enriched with the blessings of life, The toiler with plenty rewarding, Which plenty too often breeds strife. When terrible tempests assail us, And mountainous billows affright, No grandeur or wealth can avail us, But skilful industry steers right. Then why, &c.
The courtier's more subject to dangers, Who rules at the helm of the state, Than we that, to politics strangers, Escape the snares laid for the great. The various blessings of nature, In various nations we try; No mortals than us can be greater, Who merrily live till we die. Then why should, &c.
Ballad: THE MERRY FELLOWS; OR, HE THAT WILL NOT MERRY, MERRY BE.
[THE popularity of this old lyric, of which ours is the ballad- printer's version, has been increased by the lively and appropriate music recently adapted to it by Mr. Holderness. The date of this song is about the era of Charles II.]
NOW, since we're met, let's merry, merry be, In spite of all our foes; And he that will not merry be, We'll pull him by the nose. CHO. Let him be merry, merry there, While we're all merry, merry here, For who can know where he shall go, To be merry another year.
He that will not merry, merry be, With a generous bowl and a toast, May he in Bridewell be shut up, And fast bound to a post. Let him, &c.
He that will not merry, merry be, And take his glass in course, May he be obliged to drink small beer, Ne'er a penny in his purse. Let him, &c.
He that will not merry, merry be, With a company of jolly boys; May he be plagued with a scolding wife, To confound him with her noise. Let him, &c.
[He that will not merry, merry be, With his sweetheart by his side, Let him be
Now charming Mollee in her carriage doth ride, With her hounds at her feet, and her lord by her side: Now all ye fair maids take a warning by me, And ne'er love a married man till his wife dee.
Ballad: THERE WAS AN OLD MAN CAME OVER THE LEA.
[THIS is a version of the BAILLIE OF BERWICK, which will be found in the LOCAL HISTORIAN'S TABLE-BOOK. It was originally obtained from Morpeth, and communicated by W. H. Longstaffe, Esq., of Darlington, who says, 'in many respects the BAILLIE OF BERWICK is the better edition - still mine may furnish an extra stanza or two, and the ha! ha! ha! is better than heigho, though the notes suit either version.']
THERE was an old man came over the Lea, Ha-ha-ha-ha! but I won't have him. (67) He came over the Lea, A-courting to me, With his grey beard newly-shaven.
My mother she bid me open the door: I opened the door, And he fell on the floor.
My mother she bid me set him a stool: I set him a stool, And he looked like a fool.
My mother she bid me give him some beer: I gave him some beer, And he thought it good cheer.
My mother she bid me cut him some bread: I cut him some bread, And I threw't at his head.
My mother she bid me light him to bed. I lit him to bed, And wished he were dead.
My mother she bid me tell him to rise: I told him to rise, And he opened his eyes.
My mother she bid me take him to church: I took him to church, And left him in the lurch; With his grey beard newly-shaven.
Ballad: WHY SHOULD WE QUARREL FOR RICHES.
[A VERSION of this very favourite song may be found in Ramsay's TEA-TABLE MISCELLANY. Though a sailor's song, we question whether it is not a greater favourite with landsmen. The chorus is become proverbial, and its philosophy has often been invoked to mitigate the evils and misfortunes of life.]
HOW pleasant a sailor's life passes, Who roams o'er the watery main! No treasure he ever amasses, But cheerfully spends all his gain. We're strangers to party and faction, To honour and honesty true; And would not commit a bad action For power or profit in view. Then why should we quarrel for riches, Or any such glittering toys; A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches, Will go through the world, my brave boys!
The world is a beautiful garden, Enriched with the blessings of life, The toiler with plenty rewarding, Which plenty too often breeds strife. When terrible tempests assail us, And mountainous billows affright, No grandeur or wealth can avail us, But skilful industry steers right. Then why, &c.
The courtier's more subject to dangers, Who rules at the helm of the state, Than we that, to politics strangers, Escape the snares laid for the great. The various blessings of nature, In various nations we try; No mortals than us can be greater, Who merrily live till we die. Then why should, &c.
Ballad: THE MERRY FELLOWS; OR, HE THAT WILL NOT MERRY, MERRY BE.
[THE popularity of this old lyric, of which ours is the ballad- printer's version, has been increased by the lively and appropriate music recently adapted to it by Mr. Holderness. The date of this song is about the era of Charles II.]
NOW, since we're met, let's merry, merry be, In spite of all our foes; And he that will not merry be, We'll pull him by the nose. CHO. Let him be merry, merry there, While we're all merry, merry here, For who can know where he shall go, To be merry another year.
He that will not merry, merry be, With a generous bowl and a toast, May he in Bridewell be shut up, And fast bound to a post. Let him, &c.
He that will not merry, merry be, And take his glass in course, May he be obliged to drink small beer, Ne'er a penny in his purse. Let him, &c.
He that will not merry, merry be, With a company of jolly boys; May he be plagued with a scolding wife, To confound him with her noise. Let him, &c.
[He that will not merry, merry be, With his sweetheart by his side, Let him be