'Then in frost and snow to the Church I go, No matter the weather how. And the service and prayer that I put up there, Is to Him who speeds the plough. Sunday saints, i' feck, who cheat all the week, With a ranting and a canting jaw, Not for them is my home-brew'd--brown bread, And my cottage well thatch'd with straw. My cottage well thatch'd with straw My cottage well thatch'd with straw. Not for them is my home-brew'd--brown bread, And my cottage well thatch'd with straw.' No. 35 CICELY SWEET C.J.S. [Music] 1 _He:_ Cicely sweet, the morn is fair, Wilt thou drive me to despair? Oft have I sued in vain And now I'm come again, Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No? Wilt thou be mine, or No? _She:_ Prithee, Simon quit thy suit, All thy pains will yield no fruit; Go booby, get a sack, To stop thy ceaseless clack. Go for a booby, go, go, go! Go for a booby, go! 2 _He:_ Cicely sweet, if thou'lt love me, Mother'll do a deal for thee. Her'd rather sell her cow, Than I should die for thou. Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No? Wilt thou be mine, or No? _She:_ Mother thine had best by half, Keep her cow and sell her calf; No, never for a crown; Will I marry with a clown; Go for a booby, go, go, go! Go for a booby, go! 3 _He:_ Cicely sweet, you do me wrong, My legs be straight, my arms be strong I'll carry thee about, Thou'lt go no more afoot, Wilt thou be mine or Yes, or No? Wilt thou be mine, or No? _She_: Keep thy arms to fight in fray, Keep thy legs to run away; Ne'er will I--as I'm a lass, Care to ride upon an ass. Go for a booby, go, go, go! Go for a booby, go! No. 36 A SWEET PRETTY MAIDEN SAT UNDER A TREE H.F.S. [Music] 1 A sweet pretty maiden sat under a tree, She sighed and said, 'Oh! that I married might be, My daddy is so crabbed and my mammy is so cross, That a husband for certain could never be worse.' 2 Young Johnny he heard what the damsel did say. He came to her side, and said smiling, 'Today I have a little cottage and I have a little horse I have a pleasant temper that will not grow worse. 3 'If you will be mine, and to that will agree, We'll travel together in sweet amity. There never will be wrangle, there never can be strife, Between a good husband and his pretty wife.' 4 The maiden replied, 'I am not very sure, That fond matrimony my trouble will cure, From daddy and from mammy I quickly run away And go into service for a year and a day. 5