When the match it came on, At good Callington, The bells they rang out o'er the valleys below. Then old and young people, The hale and the feeble, They came out to hear the sweet bell music flow. 'Twas at Callington town The bells then did soun' They rang, &c. 5 Those of Broadwood once more, Were obliged to give o'er, They were beaten completely and done in a round. For the men of North Lew Pull so steady and true, That no better then they in the West can be found. 'Twas at Ashwater town Then at Callington town They rang, &c. No. 83 A NUTTING WE WILL GO H.F.S. [Music] 1 'Tis of a jolly ploughing-man, Was ploughing of his land, He called, Ho! he called, Wo! And bade his horses stand. Upon his plough he sat, I trow, And loud began to sing, His voice rang out, so clear and stout, It made the horse bells ring. For a nutting we will go, my boys, A nutting we will go, From hazel bush, loud sings the thrush, A nutting we will go! 2 A maiden sly was passing by With basket on her arm, She stood to hear his singing clear, To listen was no harm. The ploughboy stayed that pretty maid, And clasped her middle small, He kissed her twice, he kissed her thrice Ere she could cry or call. For a nutting &c. 3 Now all you pretty maidens that Go nutting o'er the grass Attend my rede, and give good heed, Of ploughboys that you pass. When lions roar, on Afric's shore, No mortal ventures near, When hoots the owl, and bears do growl, The heart is full of fear. For a nutting &c. 4 And yet, 'tis said, to pretty maid, There is a graver thing, In any clime, at any time,-- A ploughboy that doth sing. So all you maidens, young and fair Take lesson from my lay, When you do hear a ploughman sing, Then lightly run away. For a nutting &c. No. 84 DOWN BY A RIVER SIDE C.J.S. [Music] 1 Down by a River-side, A fair maid I espied, Lamenting for her own true love; Lamenting, crying, sighing, dying; Dying for her own true love. [Music] 2 Did you not promise me, That I your wife should be? Yet I deserted here must mourn; I who believed, now bereaved, grieved; I who believed, now bereaved, tarry here in tears forlorn. 3 Dry up your briny tears, And banish all your fears, For faithful I to you will prove; So now she's singing, clinging, Church Bells ringing, So now she's singing, Church bells ringing, married to her own true love. No. 85 THE BARLEY RAKING C.J.S. [Music] 1