"O thou shalt sorrow thro' thy soul Thou stood'st to him so near. For thou shalt drink the puddle foul, And I the crystal clear." CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c. 3 "O thou shalt rue that e'er thou wo'ld Behold a love of mine. For thou shalt sup the water cold, But I will sup red wine." CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c. 4 "Thou shalt lament in grief and doubt, Thou spake'st with him at all, For thou shalt wear the sorry clout, And I the purple pall." CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c. 5 "O thou shalt curse thy day of birth, And curse thy dam and sire, For I shall warm me at the hearth, And thou shalt feed the fire." CHORUS. Blow away ye morning breezes, &c. Note. In the original of the above Ballad each verse is repeated with the variation of "I shall not," for "I shall" &c. thus after the first verse comes, I shall _not_ rue the very hour That e'er I knew the man But _I_ will bake the wheaten flour And _thou_ shalt bake the bran. It seems unnecessary to print these repetitions. No. 26 THE HEARTY GOOD FELLOW C.J.S. [Music] 1 I saddled my horse, and away I did ride Till I came to an ale-house hard by the road-side, I call'd for a pot of ale frothing and brown, And close by the fireside I sat myself down, Singing, whack, fal-de-dee, whack, fal-de-dee! And I in my pocket had ONE PENNY. 2 I saw there two gentlemen playing at dice, They took me to be some nobleman nice. With my swagger, and rapier, and countenance bold, They thought that my pockets were well lined with gold, Singing, whack, fal-de-dee, whack, fal-de-dee! And I in my pocket had ONE PENNY. 3 "A hearty good fellow," they said, "loveth play." "That lies with the stakes, pretty sirs, that you lay." Then one said "A guinea," but I said "Five Pound," The bet it was taken--no money laid down, Singing, whack, fal-de-dee, whack, fal-de-dee! And I in my pocket had ONE PENNY. 4 I took up the dice, and I threw them the main, It was my good fortune, that evening, to gain; If they had a won, sirs, there'd been a loud curse, When I threw in naught save a moneyless purse. Singing, whack, fal-de-dee, whack, fal-de-dee! And I in my pocket had ONE PENNY. 5 Was ever a mortal a quarter as glad, With the little of money at first that I had! A hearty good fellow, as most men opine I am; so my neighbours pray pour out the wine, Singing, whack, fal-de-dee, whack, fal-de-dee! And I in my pocket had FIVE POUNDS, free. 6 I tarried all night, and I parted next day, Thinks I to myself, I'll be jogging away! I asked of the landlady what was my bill, "O naught save a kiss of your lips, if you will." Singing, whack, fal-de-dee, whack, fal-de-dee! And I in my pocket had FIVE POUNDS, free.