O why love, O why, should I banished be from thee? O why should I see my own chosen no more? O why look your parents so slightingly on me? It is all for the rough ragged garments I wore, But dress me with flowers, I'm gay as a king, I'm glad as a bird, when my carol I sing. 5 Arise, love, arise! in song and in story, To rival thy beauty was never a may, I will play thee a tune on my pipes of ivory, It is early in the morning, at breaking of day, I will play on my pipes, I will sing thee my lay! It is early in the morning, at breaking of day. [Footnote 26: May be omitted in singing.] No. 90 THE BLACKBIRD IN THE BUSH H.F.S. [Music] 1 Three fair maidens a milking did go, Three maidens a milking did go, And the wind it did blow high, And the wind it did blow low, And it tossed their pails to and fro. 2 Then they met with a man they did know, O they met with a man they did know, And they said, Have you the skill, And they said, Have you the will, For to catch us a small bird or two? 3 Here's a health to the blackbird in the bush, Likewise to the merry wood-do'e (dove). If you'll go along with me Unto yonder flow'ring tree, I will catch you a small bird or two. 4 So they went till they stayèd at a bush, So they went till they stayèd at two. And the birds they flew about, Pretty birds flew in and out And he caught them by one and by two. 5 So my boys we will drink down the sun, So my boys we will drink down the moon! For we birds are of one feather, And we surely flock together, Let the people say little or none. No. 91 THE GREEN BED H.F.S. [Music] 1 Young Sailor Dick, as he stepped on shore, To his quarters of old return'd, The hostess glad, cries "Dick my lad! What prize money have you earn'd?" "Poor luck! poor luck! yet Molly, my duck, Your daughter I've come to see: Get ready some supper, with pipes and grog, And the best Green Bed for me." 2 "My daughter, she's gone out for a walk; My beds are all bespoken; My larder's bare, like the rum-keg there, And my baccy pipes all are broken." Says Dick, "I'll steer for another berth, I fear I have made too bold: But I'll pay for the beer that I've just drunk here," And he pulled out a hand-ful of gold. 3 "Come down Molly, quick! here's your sweetheart Dick Has just come back from sea: He wants his supper, his grog and a bed, The best Green Bed it must be." "No bed," cries Dick, "no supper, no grog, No sweetheart for me I swear! You shewed me the door when you thought me poor, So I'll carry my gold elsewhere." No. 92 THE LOYAL LOVER C.J.S. [Music] 1