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Thomas Campion

The first Booke of Ayres



    1   Iacke and Ione they thinke no ill,
But louing liue, and merry still :
Doe their weeke dayes worke and pray
Deuoutly on the holy day :
Skip and trip it on the greene,
And helpe to chuse the Summer Queene :
Lash out at a Country Feast
Their siluer penny with the best.

    2   Well can they iudge of nappy Ale
And teil at large a Winter tale :
Climbe vp to the Apple lost,
And turne the Crabs till they be soft.
Tib is all the fathers ioy,
And little Tom the mothers boy :
All their pleasure is content,
And care to pay their yearly rent.

    3   Ione can call by name her Cowes,
And decke her windowes with greene boughs,
Shee can wreathes and tuttyes make,
And trimme with plums a Bridall Cake.
Iacke knowes what brings gaine or losse,,
And his long Flaile can stoutly tosse,
Make the hedge which others breake,
And euer thinkes what ha doth speake.

    4   Now you Courtly Dames and Knights,
That study onely strange delights,
Though you scorne the home-spun gray,
And reuell in your rich array,
Though your tongues dissemble deepe,
And can your heads from danger keepe ;
Yet for all your pompe and traine,
Securer liues the silly Swaine.


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