"I truly confess in my bitter distress, You are most good," said she. "With help so kind, I am certain to find My cow, so I'll with thee. Four eyes, it is true, are better than two, And friend, four eyes have we." 5 Through meadow and grove, we together did rove, We crossed the flow'ry dale, Both morn and noon, we strayed till the moon Above our heads did sail. The old Spotted Cow, clean forgotten was now, For love was all our tale. 6 Now never a day, do I go my way, To handle flail or plough. She comes again, and whispers, "Sweet swain, I've lost my Spotted Cow." I pretend not to hear, she shouts, "My dear, I've lost my Spotted Cow." No. 75 THREE JOVIAL WELSHMEN C.J.S. [Music] 1 There were three jovial Welshmen They would go hunt the fox. They swore they saw old Reynard Run over yonder rocks; With a whoop, whoop, whoop and a hel-lo, And a blast of my bugle horn; With my twank, twank, twank and my twank-i-diddle O, And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys, And thro' the woods we'll ride. With my bugle, bugle, bugle, And a blast of my bugle horn; With my fal-lal-lal and my fal-de-riddle O, And thro' the woods we'll ride, brave boys, And thro' the woods we'll ride. 2 The first they espied was a woman, A combing up her locks. She swore she saw old Reynard Among the geese and ducks. With a &c. 3 The second he was a Parson, And he was dressed in black, He swore he saw old Reynard Hang on a huntsman's back. With a &c. 4 The third he was a Miller Was grinding at his mill, He swore he saw old Reynard Run over yonder hill. With a &c. 5 The fourth he was a blind man, As blind as blind could be, He swore he saw old Reynard Run up a hollow tree. With a &c. 6 There never was a Reynard Run out that day at all, 'Twas naught but one grey pussy Sat purring on a wall. With a &c. 7 O what a world of liars This is, as well appears. Henceforth I'll trust my own eyes, And none but mine own ears. With a &c. No. 76 WELL MET! WELL MET C.J.S. [Music] 1 Well met, well met, my own true love! Long time am I seeking of thee. I am lately come from the salt, salt wave, And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee. 2 I might have had a king's daughter, She fain would have married me, But I did not hold for her crown of gold, And all for the sake, sweet love, of thee. 3 I have seven ships that sail on the sea, It was one brought me to the land; I have mariners many to wait on thee To be all, sweet love, at thy command. 4