Then he took her and laid her upon the Ground, _fa, la_, And made her believe that the World went round, _fa, la_, Look yonder my Shepherd, look yonder I spy, There are fine pretty Babies that dance in the Sky, _fa, la_. And now they are vanisht, and now they appear, _fa, la_, Sure they will tell Stories of what we do here, _fa, la, la_, Lie still my dear _Chloris_, enjoy thy Conceit, For the Babes are too young and too little to prate, _fa, la, la_. See how the Heavens fly swifter than Day, _fa, la, la_, Rise quickly, or they will all run away, _fa, la, la_, Rise quickly my Shepherd, quickly I tell ye, For the Sun, Moon and Stars are got all in my Belly, _fa, la_. O dear, where am I? pray shew me the way, _fa, la, la_, Unto my Father's House hard by, _fa, la, la_, If he chance to Chide me for staying so long, I'll tell him the fumes of your Bottle were strong, _fa, la, la_. And now thou hast brought my Body to shame, _fa, la_, I prithee now tell me what is thy Name, _fa, la, la_, Why _Robin_ in the Rushes my Name is, quoth he, But I think I told her quite contrary, _fa, la, la_. Then for _Robin_ in the Rushes, she did enquire, _fa, la, la_, But he hung down his Head, and he would not come nigh her, _fa, la, la_, He wink'd with one Eye, as if he had been Blind, And he drew one Leg after a great way behind, _fa, la, la_. _A_ SONG. [Music] As I was a walking under a Grove, Within my self, as I suppos'd; My Mind did oftentimes remove, And by no means could be disclosed: At length by chance a Friend I met, Which caused me long time to tarry; And thus of me she did intreat, To tell her when I meant to Marry. Sweet-heart, quoth I, if you would know, Then hear the Words, and I'll reveal it; Since in your Mind you bear it so, And in your Heart you will conceal it: She promis'd me she'd make no Words, But of such things she would be wary; And thus in brief I did begin, To tell her when I meant to Marry. When _Shrove-tide_ falls in _Easter_ week, And _Christmas_ in the midst of _July_; When Lawyers for no Fees will Plead, And Taylors they prove Just and Truly: When all Deceits are quite put down, And Truth by all Men is preferred; And _Indigo_ dies Red and Brown, O then my Love and I'll be Married. When Men and Beasts in the Ocean flow, And Fishes in green Fields are feeding; When Muscle-shells in the Streets grow, And Swans upon dry Rocks be breeding: When Cockle-shells are Diamond Rings, And Glass to Pearl may be compared; Gold is made of a Grey-goose Wings, Oh then my Love and I'll be Married. When hostesses do reckon true, And _Dutchmen_ leave off drinking Brandy; When Cats do bark, and Dogs do Mew, And Brimstone is took for Sugar-candy: Or when that _Whitsontide_ do fall, Within the Month of _January_; And a Cobler works without an Awl, O then my, _&c._