MELISMATA. MUSICAL FANCIES. FITTING THE covert, CITY, and COUNTRY HUMOURS.  
To 3, 4, and 5. Voices.  
To all delightful, except to the Spiteful,  
To none offensive, except to the Pensive.  
THOU SHALT LABOUR FOR PEACE PLENTY  
LONDON, Printed by William Stansby for Thomas adam's. 1611.   

TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL THE true favourers of Music, and all virtue Mr. Thomas Ravenscroft, and Mr. William Ravenscroft Esquires.  
RIght Worshipful, I have been so much obliged to the courteous regard you have always had of me, that if I should not owe unto you my best endeavours; I should much contrary your kindnesses, and deservedly incur the shame of ingratitude: Let it therefore stand with your good like, that by these harmless Musical Fancies, I may show unto the world, and hereby confess, how much I am bound unto you; and when it shall further seem good to your Worships to command me, I will not have ability or life that shall not be at your service.  
LONDON. 16. Aprilis. 1611. Your Worship's affectionate kinsman, T. R.   

TO THE NOBLEST OF THE covert, LIBERALLEST OF THE COUNTRY, and freest of the CITY.  
You may well perceive by the much variety herein composed, that my desire is to give contentment in this kind of Music to the skilful, and most judicious of all sorts. And being little or much beholding to some of each rank, I study and strive to please you in your own elements. Now if my pains prove your pleasures, you shall still keep me in pains to please you. And so I rest yours.  
TR. B.M.   

❧ A TABLE OF ALL The Songs contained in this BOOK.  

covert VARIETIES.  
1. CAnst thou love. 
4. Voc.  2. Now flowers. 
4. Voc.  3. Haste, haste, post haste. 
5. Voc.  4. Will ye love me. 
5. Voc.  5. Long have I been perplexed. 
3. Voc.  6. Heigh ho, away the Mare. 
4. Voc.    

CITY ROUNDS.  
7. Brooms for old shoes. 
4. Voc.  8. I pray good Mother. 
3. Voc.  9 My mistress will not be content. 
4. Voc.  10. I lay with an old man. 
4. Voc.    

CITY CONCEITS.  
11. WHere are you fair Maids. 
5. Voc.  12. My master is so wise. 
4. Voc.  13. Maids to bed. 
4. Voc.  14. Oyes, Oyes. 
4. Voc.    

COUNTRY ROUNDS.  
15. HE that will an Alehouse keep. 
3. Voc.  16. And seest thou my Cow. 
3. Voc.  17. Kit and Tom chida. 
4. Voc.  18. Dery ding, ding, dasson. 
3. Voc.  19 As I went by the way. 
5. Voc.    

COUNTRY PASTIMES.  
20. THere were three Ravens. 
4. Voc.  21. It was the Frog in the well. 
4. Voc.  22. I have house and land in Kent. 
4. Voc.  23. Remember O thou man. 
4. Voc.    
FINIS.   

¶ The Courtiers good Morrow to his MISTRESS.  
1.  
4. Voc.  

Medius.  
CAnst thou love, and lie alone? Love is so, love is so dis- graced: pleasure is best, wherein is rest in a heart embraced. Rise, rise, rise, day light do not burn out, Bells do ring and Birds do sing, only I that mourn out. two  

Morning star doth now appear,  
Wind is hushed, and skies clear:  
Come come away, come come away,  
Canst thou love and burn out day?  
Rise, rise, rise, rise,  
Daylight do not burn out,  
Bells do ring,  
Birds do sing,  
Only I that mourn out.    

TREBLE.  
Rise, rise, rise, day light do not burn out, Bells do ring, and Birds do sing, only I that mourn out.   

TENOR.  
Rise, rise, day light do not burn out, Bells do ring, and Birds do sing, one- lie I that mourn out.   

BASSUS.  
Rise, rise, rise, day light do not burn out, Bells do ring, and Birds do sing, only I that mourn out.    

¶ The Crowning of BELPHEBE.  
2.  
4. Voc.  

Tenor.  
NOw flowers your odours breath, and all. two the air perfume, grow in this honoured wreath, and with, and with, no storms consume, hail, hail, and welcome, welcome her, Thou glory, two Thou glory of our green, receive this flowery Sphere, two and be and be the shepherds Queen, and   

TREBLE.  
NOw flowers your odours breath, and all, two the air per- fume, grow in this honoured wreath, and with no storms no storms consume. and   

MEDIUS.  
NOw flowers your odours breath, and all, ii the air per- fume, grow in this honoured wreath, and with, and with, no storms con- sum. and   

BASSUS.  
NOw flowers your odours breath, and all, ii the air perfume, grow in his honoured wreath, and with no storms consume, and   

Tenor.  
two kneel, O kneel, and do her homage now, O now, that calls our hearts like fate, Now rise, two two your humble bosoms bow, O bow, and lead her, two and lead, and lead her to her state.   

TREBLE.  
be, ii the shepherds Queen.   

MEDIUS.  
be, ii the shepherds Queen.   

BASSUS.  
be, and be the shepherds Queen.    

¶ Mercury's Song, the messengers of the GOD'S.  
3.  
5. Voc.  

Medius.  
HAste, haste, post haste, make haste and away; the tide tarrieth no man, it makes no delay. Trudge, trudge for thy life; for virtue must fly: these journeys are rise with thee, with the poor Mercury.   

BASSUS.  
  

TREBLE.  
HAste, haste.   

QVINTUS.  
HAste, haste.   

TENOR.  
HAste, Haste.    

¶ The Courtier's Courtship to his Mistress.  
4.  
5. Voc.  

Quintus.  
WIll ye love me Lady sweet, you are young and love is meet, out alas, out alas, alas, who then will sport thee, wanton yet in the spring, Love is a pretty thing, Love is a pretty thing, Kiss sweet, as lovers do prove, kind to them that woe.   

BASSUS.  
   

¶ The Mistress to the Courtier.  
5. VOC.  

MEDIUS.  
FIe away, fie away, fie, fie, fie, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not I, I'll live a maid till I be forty, Fie away, fie away, fie, fie, fie, no, no, no, not I, no, two no, no, no, no, not I   

TREBLE.  
  

TENOR.  
   

¶ A Song of Pages, Cashiered from their Masters.  
5.  
3. Voc.  

Treble.  
LOng have we been perplexed and vexed, with a life that I loathed, now may we sing, hay ding, a ding, a ding, and leave to lament any longer, glad to the heart to depart, that I must bid adieu to my master, thanks to the heavens will I give while I live, two for joy, for joy, that I leave him, for two gone may he be down. trole we the Bowls, le's in pretty souls, to carouse with the wenches, to two with the wenches. two with the wenches.   

MEDIUS.  
LOng have we been perplexed and vexed, with a life that I loathed, now may we sing: hay ding, a ding, a ding, and leave to lament any longer, glad to the heart to depart, that we must bid adieu to my master, thanks to the heavens will I give while I live for joy that I leave him, for two down, near more that we see down, trole we the boles, le's in pretty souls to carouse with the wenches, to carouse, to two with the wenches, to carouse with the wenches.   

BASSUS.  
LOng have we been perplexed and vexed, with a life that I loathed, now may we sing, hay ding, a ding, a ding, and leave to lament any longer, glad to the heart to depart that I must bid adieu to my master, thanks to the heavens will I give, while I live for joy, for joy, that I leave him, for joy, down, two nor again to come at us, trole we the Bowls, le's in pretty souls to car- rouse with the wenches, to two to two to two with the wenches, to carouse with the wenches.    

¶ Servants out of Service, are going to the City to look for new.  
6  
4. VOC.  

TREBLE.  
HEigh ho, away the Mare, let us set aside all care, aside all care, if any man be disposed to try, Lo here comes a lusty crew, a lusty crew, that are enforced to cry, anew Master, anew, two two anew Master, a new, Hay now, two we'll take small pains, and yet will thrive, hay now.   

BASSUS.  
HEigh ho, away the Mare, let us set aside all care, if any man be disposed to try, Lo here comes a lusty crew, that are enforced to cry, anew Master, anew, two two anew Master anew, hay now we'll cut their throats that   

MEDIUS.  
HEigh ho, away the Mare, let us set aside all care, two let aside all care, if any man be disposed to try, Lo here comes a lusty crew, Lo, two that are enforced to try, anew Master anew, two two Master, anew Master anew. We neither mind to beg nor starve.   

TENOR.  
HEigh ho away the Mare, let us set aside all care, two if any man be disposed to try, Lo here comes a lusty crew, a lusty crew, that are enfor- ced to cry, anew Master anew, two two anew Master anew. We will have more than we deserve.    

❧ CITY ROUNDS.  

Brooms for old Shoes, Pouchrings, Boötes and Buskins, will ye buy a- ny new Broome? New Oysters, new Oysters, New new Cockels, cockles nigh, Fresh Herrings: Will ye buy any straw? Hay ye any Kitchen-stuff maids? Pippins fine, Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe. Hay any Wood to cleave? Give ear to the clock, beware your lock, your fire and your light, and God give you good night, one a Clock.   

8.  
3. VOC.  
I Pray you good Mother, give me leave to play with little john, to make his Bed, and comb his head, and come again anon, or else beat me as you think good, for I love john alone.   

9  
3. VOC.  
MY Mistress will not be content, to take a jest, a jest, a jest, as Chaucer meant, but following still the woman's fashion, allows it, allows it, for the new translation, for with the word she would not dispense, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet I know the loves the sense.   

10.  
4. VOC  
I Lay with an old man all the night, I turned to him and he to me, he could not do so well as he might, but he would feign, but it would not be.    

❧ CITY CONCEITS. ¶ The Painter's Song of London.  
11.  
5. Voc.  

Medius.  
WHere are you fair maids, that have need of our trades? I'll sell you a rare confection: will ye have your faces spread, either with white or red? will ye buy any, will ye buy any fair complexion?   

BASSUS.  
WHere are you.  

2.  
My drugs are no dregs,  
For I have whites of Eggs,  
Made in a rare confection.  
Red Leather and Surflet water,  
Scarlet colour or Staves-aker,  
Will ye buy any fair complexion?    

TREBLE.  
WHere are you.   

QVINTUS.  
WHere are you.   

TENOR.  
WHere are you.    

¶ The scriveners servants Song of Holborn.  
12.  
4. Voc.  

Medius.  
MY master is so wise, so wise, that he's proceeded wittal, my Mistress is a fool, a fool, and yet 'tis the most get-all. Let the Usurer cram him in interest that excel, their pits, their pits enough to dam him before he goes to hell. In Holborn some: In Fleetstreet some: where ear he come, there some, there some, Where ear, two where, two theirs some, theirs some.   

TREBLE.  
MY Master is so wise.   

TENOR.  
MY Master is so wise.   

BASSUS.  
MY Master is so wise.    

¶ A Belmans' Song.  
13.  
4. Voc.  

Tenor.  
maids to bed, and cover coal, let the Mouse two Out of her hole: Crickets, Crickets in the Chimney sing, whilst the little Bell, the little Bell doth ring. If fast asleep, who can tell when the Clapper, Clapper hits the Bell.   

TREBLE.  
  

MEDIUS.  
  

BASSUS.  
   

¶ The Criers Song of Cheapside.  
14.  
4. Voc.  

Medius.  
O Yes, O yes, O yes, If any one at fifteen, hath taken up and found a pretty, pretty thing, two That hath, that hath her maiden head unbound. If any gallant have with Cater-tray, played the wise Acre, and made all away, let him come to the Crier, let two There will be laid a thousand pound to ten, that none, that none, two (of these) will ere be had a-   

TREBLE.  
  

TENOR.  
  

BASSUS.  
  

gain. O yes, O yes, if note or line, or word be here let fall, that gives, two that gives to any man the taste of Gall, Let him come to the Crier, Let two I will lay my lips to a fat shroving Hen, that none, two of these, of these will be had again, for this I say and likewise I protest, no arrows here at shot at any breast, but all are well come, are two to my music feast: But all are welcome, two But two to my music feast, welcome, two unto my music feast.   

TREBLE.  
But all are welcome, are two to my music feast, two   

TENOR.  
But all are welcome, are two but all are two unto my music feast, two unto two my music feast.   

BASSUS.  
But all are welcome, are two are welcome, but ij    

COUNTRY ROUNDS.  

15.  
3. VOC.  
HE that will an Alehouse keep, must have three things in store, a Chamber and a feather Bed, a Chimney and a hey nonny nonny, hay nonny nonny, hay nonny no, hay nonny no, hay nonny no.   

16.  
3. VOC.  
ANd seest thou my Cow to day Fowler, and seest two the Bells ring into Matins, the Bells two Bim bome, bim bome, a bome, bome, bim bome, bim bome, a bome bome.   

17.  
4. VOC  
KIt and Tom chid a, Tom and Kit chid, Kit chid Tom, Tom chid Kit, Kit and Tom chid a.   

18.  
3. VOC.  
DErrie ding, ding, ding Dasson, I am john Cheston, we weeddon we wooden, we weedon, we wooden, Bim bom, bim bom, bim bom, bim bom.   

19  
5. VOC.  
AS I went by the way, holom, trolum, there met I by the way, ha- zom, gazom, and I had my little companion: I would a catched, hazom, gazom, and hung him upon holum trolum.    

22.  
4. Voc.  

Treble.  
THere were three Ravens sat on a tree, Down a down, hay down, hay down. There were three Ravens sat on a tree, with a down, There were three ravens sat on a tree, they were as black as they might be, with a down derry, derry, derry, down, down.  

The one of them said to his mate,  
down adown hay down,   

2  
The one of them said to his mate,  
with adown:  
The one of them said to his mate  
Where shall we our breakfast take?  
with adown dery down.  
Down in yonder green field,  
down adown hay down,  
Down in yonder green field,  
with adown.  
Down in yonder green field  
There lies a Knight slain under his shield,  
with a down.  
His hounds they lie down at his feet,  
down adown hay down.   

4  
His hounds they lie down at his feet,  
with adown.  
His hounds they lie down at his feet  
So well they can their Master keep,  
with adown.  
His Hawks they fly so eagerly  
down adown.   

5  
His Hawks they fly so eagerly  
with adown.  
His Hawks they fly so eagerly,  
There's no fowl dare him come nigh.  
with a down.  
Down there comes a fallow do,  
down adown.   

6  
Down there comes a fallow do  
with a down.  
Down there comes a fallow do,  
As great with young as she might go.  
with adown.  
She lift up his bloody head,  
down adown.   

7  
She lift up his bloody head,    

MEDIUS.  
Down a down, hay down, with a down with a down, hay derry derry, down, down, down.   

TENOR.  
Down hay down, hay down, hay down. with a down, with a down derry, derry down a down.   

BASSUS.  
Down hay down, hay down, with a down, with hay down down, derry down down.  

with a down.  
She lift up his bloody head,  
And kissed his wounds that were so red  
with a down.   

8  
She got him up upon her back,  
down adown.  
She got him up upon her back,  
with adown.  
She got him up upon her back,  
And carried him to earthen lake,  
with adown down.   

9  
She buried him before the prime,  
down adown.  
She buried him before the prime,  
with adown.  
She buried him before the prime,  
She was dead herself ere evensong time  
with adown.   

10  
God send every gentleman  
down adown.  
God send every gentleman  
with adown.  
God send every gentleman  
Such hawks, such hounds, and such a Leman,  
with adown.     

¶ The Marriage of the Frog and the MOUSE.  
21.  
4. Voc.  

Treble.  
IT was the Frog in the well, Humble-dum, humble-dum. And the merry Mouse in the Mill, tweedle, tweedle twino.  

2  
The Frog would a wooing ride,  
humble dumb humble dum  
Sword and buckler by his side,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

3  
When he was upon his high horse set,  
humble dumb, humble dumb  
His boots they shone as black as jet,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

4  
When she came to the merry mill pin,  
humble dumb, humble dumb  
Lady Mouse been you within?  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

5  
Then came out the dusty Mouse,  
humble dumb, humble dumb  
I am Lady of this house,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

6  
Hast thou any mind of me?  
humble dum, humble dumb  
I have e'en great mind of thee,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

7  
Who shall this marriage make?  
humble dum, humble dumb,  
Our Lord which is the rat,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

8  
What shall we have to our supper?  
humble dum, humble dumb,  
Three beans in a pound of butter,  
tweedle tweedle twino.   

9  
When supper they were at,  
humble dumb, humble dumb  
The Frog, the Mouse, and even the Rat,  
tweedle, tweedle twino:   

10  
Then came in gib our cat,  
humble dumb, humble dumb,  
And catched the mouse even by the back,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

11  
Then did they separate,  
humble dumb, humble dumb,  
And the frog leapt on the floor so flat,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

12  
Then came in Dick our Drake,  
humble dumb, humble dumb,  
And drew the frog even to the lake,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.   

13  
The Rat run up the wall,  
humble dumb, humble dumb.  
A goodly company, the devil go with all,  
tweedle, tweedle twino.    

MEDIUS.  
Humble-dum, humble-dum, tweedle, tweedle twino.   

TENOR.  
Humble-dum, humble-dum, tweedle, tweedle, twino.   

BASSUS.  
Humble-dum, humble-dum. tweedle, tweedle twino.    

¶ A wooing Song of a Yeoman of KENT'S Son.  
22.  
4. Voc.  

Tenor.  
I Have house and land in Kent, and if you'll love me, love me now: two pence halfpenny is my rent, I cannot come every day to woe.  

Ich am my vathers eldest son,  
my mother eke doth love me well,  
For ich can bravely clout my shone,  
and ich full well can ring a bell.  
Chorus. For he can bravely clout his shone,  
and he full well can ring a bell.   

My father he gave me a hog,  
my mouther she gave me a zow,  
I have a God-vather dwells there by,  
and he on me bestowed a plow.  
Chor. He has a God-vather dwells there by,  
and he on him bestowed a plow.   

One time I gave thee a paper of pins  
another time a taudry lace:  
And if thou wilt not grant me love,  
in truth ich die bevore thy face.  
Cho. And if thou wilt not grant his love  
in truth he'll die beuore thy face.   

Ich have been twice our Whitsun Lord,  
ich have had Ladies many vare,  
And eke thou hast my heart in hold,  
and in my mind zeemes passing rare.  
Cho. And eke thou hast his heart in hold,  
and in his mind seems passing rare.   

Ich will put on my best white slop,  
and ich will wear my yellow hose,  
And on my head a good grey hat,  
and in't ich stick a lovely rose.  
Chor. And on his head a good grey hat,  
and in't he'll stick a lovely rose.   

Wherefore cease off, make no delay,  
and if you'll love me, love me now,  
Or else ich seek zome oder where,  
for I cannot come every day to woe.  
Cho. Or else he'll seek zome oder where,  
for he cannot come every day to woe.    

TREBLE.  
Two pence halfpenny is his rent, he cannot come every day to woe.   

MEDIUS.  
Two pence half- is his rent, he cannot come every day to woe.   

BASSUS.  
Two pence halfpenny is his rent, he cannot come every day to woe.    

¶ A Christmas Carol.  
23.  
4. Voc.  

Treble.  
REmember O thou man, O thou man. two Remember O thou man thy time is spent, remember O thou man, how thou art dead and gone, and I did what I can, therefore repent.  

Remember Adam's fall  
O thou man, O thou man,   

2  
Remember adam's fall  
From heaven to hell:  
Remember adam's fall  
How we were condemned all  
In hell perpetual  
there for to dwell.  
Remember God's goodness  
O thou man, O thou man,   

3  
Remember God's goodness  
And his promise made.  
Remember God's goodness,  
How he sent his son doubtless  
Our sins for to redress,  
be not afraid.   

4  
The Angels all did sing,  
O thou man, O thou man.  
The Angels all did sing  
Upon the shepherds hill.  
The Angels all did sing  
Praises to our heavenly King,  
And peace to man living  
with a good will.   

5  
The shepherds amazed was,  
O thou man, O thou man.  
The shepherds amazed was  
To hear the Angels sing,  
The shepherds amazed was  
How it should come to pass  
That Christ our Messias  
should be our King.   

6  
To Bethlem did they go,  
O thou man, O thou man,  
To Bethlem did they go  
The shepherds three,  
To Bethlem did they go  
To see where it were so or no,  
Whether Christ were borne or no  
to set man free.   

7  
As the Angels before did say,  
O thou man, O thou man,    

MEDIUS.  
O thou man, O thou man. therefore repent.   

TENOR.  
O thou man, O thou man, therefore repent.   

BASSUS.  
O thou man, O thou man, therefore repent.  

As the Angels before did say,  
So it came to pass,  
As the Angels before did say,  
They found a babe whereas it lay  
In a manger wrapped in hay,  
so poor he was.   

8  
In Bethlem he was borne,  
O thou man, O thou man,  
In Bethlem he was borne,  
For mankind sake,  
In Bethlem he was borne  
For us that were forlorn,  
And therefore took no scorn  
our flesh to take.   

9  
Give thanks to God always,  
O thou man, O thou man,  
Give thanks to God always  
With heart most joyfully,  
Give thanks to God always,  
For this our happy day,  
Let all men sing and say  
holy, holy.    
FINIS.