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... Willy's Roundelay Perigot . It fell upon a holy eve , Willy . ( Hey - ho , holy day ! ) Perigot . When holy fathers wont to shrieve , Willy . ( Now ' ginneth this roundelay ) , Perigot . Sitting upon a hill so high , Willy . ( Hey - ho ...
... Willy's Roundelay Perigot . It fell upon a holy eve , Willy . ( Hey - ho , holy day ! ) Perigot . When holy fathers wont to shrieve , Willy . ( Now ' ginneth this roundelay ) , Perigot . Sitting upon a hill so high , Willy . ( Hey - ho ...
Page 60
... Willy . ( She can trip it very well :) Perigot . Well decked in a frock of gray , Willy . ( Hey - ho , gray is greet ! ) Perigot . And in a kirtle of green say Willy . ( The green is for maidens meet ) . Perigot . A chapelet on her head ...
... Willy . ( She can trip it very well :) Perigot . Well decked in a frock of gray , Willy . ( Hey - ho , gray is greet ! ) Perigot . And in a kirtle of green say Willy . ( The green is for maidens meet ) . Perigot . A chapelet on her head ...
Page 61
... Willy . Perigot . Hasting to wrench the arrow out , ( Hey - ho , Perigot ! ) Willy . Perigot . I left the head in my heart - root . Perigot . There it rankleth aye more and more , Willy . It was a desperate shot . Willy . ( Hey - ho ...
... Willy . Perigot . Hasting to wrench the arrow out , ( Hey - ho , Perigot ! ) Willy . Perigot . I left the head in my heart - root . Perigot . There it rankleth aye more and more , Willy . It was a desperate shot . Willy . ( Hey - ho ...
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Page 164 - THRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair ; And thrice three times tie up this true-love's knot, And murmur soft — ' She will, or she will not.' Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar ; This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave ; That all thy fears and cares an end may have. Then come, you fairies, dance with...