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The Boy comes in, the least that can play. |
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This same is even he by all likelihood. |
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Sir, I pray you, be not you master god? |
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No, in good faith, son, but I may say to thee |
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I am such a man that god may not miss me. |
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Wherefore, with the god if thou wouldest have ought done, |
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Tell me thy mind and I shall show it soon. |
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Boy |
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Forsooth, sir, my mind is this, at few words: |
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All my pleasure is in catching of birds, |
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And making of snow balls and throwing the same, |
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For the which purpose to have set in frame, |
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With my godfather god I would fain have spoken, |
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Desiring him to have sent me by some token |
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Where I might have had great frost for my pitfalls, |
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And plenty of snow to make my snow balls. |
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This once had, boys lives be such as no man leads. |
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O, to see my snow balls light on my fellows heads, |
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And to hear the birds how they flicker their wings |
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In the pitfall, I say it passeth all things. |
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Sir, if ye be god’s servant or his kinsman, |
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I pray you help me in this if ye can. |
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Alas, poor boy, who sent thee hither? |
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Boy |
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A hundred boys that stood together, |
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Where they heard one say in a cry |
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That my godfather, God Almighty, |
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Was come from Heaven by his own accord, |
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This night to sup here with my lord. |
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And farther he said, come who so will, |
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They shall sure have their bellies full |
1030 |
Of all weathers; who list to crave: |
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Each sort such weather list to have. |
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And when my fellows thought this would be had, |
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And saw me so pretty a prattling lad, |
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Upon agreement, with a great noise |
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‘Send little Dick!’, cried all the boys, |
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By whose assent I am purveyed |
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To sue for the weather aforesaid. |
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Wherein I pray you to be good, as thus, |
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To help that god may give it us. |
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1040 |
‘Give boys weather’, quoth a! Nonny nonny! |
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Boy |
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If god of his weather will give nonny, |
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I pray you, will he sell any, |
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Or lend us a bushel of snow or twain |
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And point us a day to pay him again? |
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Merry Report |
1045 |
I can not tell, for, by this light, |
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I chept nor borrowed none of him this night. |
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But by such shift as I will make, |
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Thou shalt see soon what way he will take. |
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Boy |
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Sir, I thank you. Then I may depart? |
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The Boy goes forth. |
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Yea, farewell, good son, with all my heart. |
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Now such another sort as here hath been |
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In all the days of my life, I have not seen. |
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No suitors now but women, knaves, and boys, |
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And all their suits are in fancies and toys. |
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If that there come no wiser after this cry |
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I will to the god and make an end quickly. |