A pair of slippers, love, thou shalt have, They are made of the beaten gold, They are lined within with a coney's skin, To keep thy feet, sweet love, from cold. 5 A gilded boat thou too shalt have, And the oars be gilded also, And the mariners they shall pipe and sing As through the salt waves, sweet love, we go. 6 A way of gold lies over the sea Where the sun doth set in the west. And along that way thou shalt sail with me, To the land of lands, sweet love, that's best. No. 77 POOR OLD HORSE C.J.S. [Music] 1 O once I lay in stable, a hunter, well and warm, I had the best of shelter, from cold and rain and harm; But now in open meadow, a hedge I'm glad to find, To shield my sides from tempest, from driving sleet and wind. Poor old horse, let him die! 2 My shoulders once were sturdy, were glossy, smooth and round, But now, alas! they're rotten, I'm not accounted sound. As I have grown so aged, my teeth gone to decay, My master frowns upon me; I often hear him say, Poor old horse, let him die! 3[23] A groom upon me waited, on straw I snugly lay, When fields were full of flowers, the air was sweet with hay; But now there's no good feeding prepared for me at all, I'm forced to munch the nettles upon the kennel wall. Poor old horse, let him die! 4 My shoes and skin, the huntsman, that covets them shall have, My flesh and bones the hounds, Sir! I very freely give, I've followed them full often, aye! many a score of miles, O'er hedges, walls and ditches, nor blinked at gates and stiles. Poor old horse, let him die! 5 Ye gentlemen of England, ye sportsmen good and bold, All you that love a hunter, remember him when old, O put him in your stable, and make the old boy warm, And visit him and pat him, and keep him out of harm, Poor old horse, till he die! [Footnote 23: May be omitted in singing.] No. 78 THE DILLY SONG C.J.S. [Music] 1 Come, and I will sing you. What will you sing me? I will sing you One, O! What is your One, O? One of them is all alone, and ever will remain so. 2 Come, and I will sing you. What will you sing me? I will sing you Two, O! What is your Two, O? Two of them are lily-white babes, and dress'd all in green, O. 3 Come, &c. I will sing you Three, O! What is your Three, O? Three of them are strangers, o'er the wide world they are rangers. 4 Come, &c. I will sing you Four, O! What is your Four, O? Four it is the Dilly Hour, when blooms the gilly flower. 5 Come, &c. I will sing you Five, O! What is your Five, O? Five it is the Dilly Bird, that's never seen, but heard, O! 6 Come, &c. I will sing you Six, O! What is your Six, O? Six the Ferryman in the Boat, that doth on the river float, O! 7