Come, &c. I will sing you Seven, O! What is your Seven, O? Seven it is the crown of Heaven, the shining stars be seven, O! 8 Come, &c. I will sing you Eight, O! What is your Eight, O? Eight it is the morning break, when all the world's awake, O! 9 Come, &c. I will sing you Nine, O! What is your Nine, O? Nine it is the pale moonshine, the pale moonlight is nine, O! 10 Come, &c. I will sing you Ten, O! What is your Ten, O? Ten forbids all kind of sin, from ten again begin, O! No. 79 A COUNTRY DANCE C.J.S. [Music] 1 When lambkins skip, and apples are growing, Grass is green, and roses ablow, When pigeons coo, and cattle are lowing, Mist lies white in valleys below, Why should we be all the day toiling? Lads and lasses, along with me! Done with drudgery, dust and moiling Haste away to the green-wood tree. 2 The cows are milked, the team's in the stable, Work is over, and play begun, Ye farmer lads all lusty and able, Ere the moon rises, we'll have our fun, Why should we, &c. 3[24] The glow-worm lights, as day is afailing, Dew is falling over the field, The meadow-sweet its scent is exhaling, Honeysuckles their fragrance yield. Why should we, &c. 4 There's Jack o'lantern lustily dancing In the marsh with flickering flame, And Daddy-long-legs, spinning and prancing, Moth and midge are doing the same, Why should we, &c. 5 So Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie, With milking pail 'tis time to have done. And Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie, The threshing flail must sleep with the sun. Why should we, &c. 6 Upon the green beginneth our pleasure, Whilst we dance we merrily sing. A country dance, a jig, and a measure, Hand in hand we go in a ring. Why should we, &c. 7 O sweet it is to foot on the clover, Ended work and revel begun. Aloft the planets never give over, Dancing, circling round of the sun. Why should we, &c. 8 So Ralph and Phil, and Robin and Willie, Take your partners each of you now. And Bet and Prue, and Dolly and Celie, Make a curtsey; lads! make a bow. Why should we, &c. [Footnote 24: May be omitted in singing.] No. 80 CONSTANT JOHNNY C.J.S. [Music] 1 Charming Molly, I do love thee, There's none other I adore; Pierced by your beauteous eyes, My heart transfixed lies, Say, dearest Molly, you'll be mine for evermore. 2 Constant Johnny, I reject thee, I thy fruitless suit deplore, Your love I do decline, I will be no love of thine No, Johnny, Constant Johnny, ne'er I'll see thee more. 3 Canst thou see young Johnny bleeding Down in Cupid's rosy bower, See his transfixed heart, Full of grief and full of smart, Say, dearest Molly, thou'lt be mine for evermore. 4