Corydon's Song

A blithe and bonny country lass,
Heigho, bonny lass!
Sate sighing on the tender grass,
And weeping said, " Will none come woo me?
A smicker boy, a lither swain,
Heigho, a smicker swain!
That in his love was wanton fain,
With smiling looks straight came unto her.

Whenas the wanton wench espied,
Heigho, when she espied!
The means to make herself a bride.
She simper'd smooth like bonny-bell.
The swain that saw her squint-eyed kind,
Heigho, squint-eyed kind!
His arms about her body twined.
And said, " Fair lass, how fare ye, well? "

The country kit said, " Well forsooth,''
Heigho, well forsooth!
" But that I have a longing tooth,
A longing tooth that makes me cry.
" Alas! " said he, " what gars thy grief? "
Heigho, what gars thy grief?
"A wound," quoth she, "without relief:
I fear a maid that I shall die."

" If that be all," the shepherd said,
Heigho, the shepherd said!
" I'll make thee wive it, gentle maid,
And so recure thy malady. "
Hereon they kiss'd with many an oath,
Heigho, many an oath!
And 'fore God Pan did plight their troth:
So to the church apace they hie.

And God send every pretty peat,
Heigho, the pretty peat!
That fears to die of this conceit,
So kind a friend to help at last.
Then maids shall never long again,
Heigho, to long again!
When they find ease for such a pain;
Thus my roundelay is past.