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'Twas in the garden of Gethsemane where he had the
bloody'sweat; Repent, my dearest brethren, before it is too late. I thought I saw twelve dazzling lights, which put me
in surprise, And gazing all around me I heard a dismal noise ; The serpent passèd by me which fell unto the ground, With great joy and comfort the secret word I found. Some say it is lost, but surely it is found, And so is our Saviour, it is known to all around ; Search all the Scriptures over, and there it will be shown; The tree that will bear no fruit must be cut down. Abraham was a man well beloved by the Lord, He was true to be found in great Jehovah's word, He stretched forth his hand, and took a knife to slay
An angel appearing said, The Lord's will be done!
GOD SPEED THE PLOW, AND BLESS THE
The tune is, I am the Duke of Norfolk.
Doth far excel: and so they end the strife.
I'll tell you as fast as I can,
tell to me of what calling you be, Or if you be a servingman?
HUSBANDMAN. Sir, for your diligence I give you many thanks, These things I receive at your hand ; I pray you to me show, whereby that I might know, What pleasures hath a servingman?
SERVINGMAN. A servingman hath pleasure, which passeth time and When the hawk on his fist doth stand; [measure, His hood, and his verrils brave, and other things, we Which yield joy to a servingman.
[have, HUSBANDMAN. My pleasure's more than that to see my oxen fat, And to prosper well under my hand;
[team, And therefore I do mean, with my horse, and with my To keep myself a husbandman.
SERVINGMAN. O’tis a gallant thing in the prime time of the spring, To hear the huntsman now and than His bugle for to blow, and the hounds run all a row: This is pleasure for a servingman! To hear the beagle cry, and to see the falcon ily, And the hare trip over the plain,
[rebound: And the huntsmen and the hound make hill and dale This is pleasure for a servingman!
HUSBANDMAN. 'Tis pleasure, too, you know, to see the corn to grow, And to grow so well on the land;
[mowing, The plowing and the sowing, the reaping and the Yield pleasure to the husbandman.
SERVINGMAN. At our table you may eat all sorts of dainty meat, Pig, cony, goose, capon, and swan; And with lords and ladies fine, you may drink beer,
ale, and wine! This is pleasure for A servingman.
I'll feed on beef and And piece of hard cheese now and than; [bacon, We pudding have, and souse, always ready in the Which contents the honest husbandman, [house,
At the court you may have your garments fine and Aud cloak with gold lace laid upon,
[brave, A shirt as white as milk, and wrought with finest silk : That's pleasure for a servingman !
HUSBANDMAN. Such proud and costly gear is not for us to wear; Amongst the briers and brambles many a one, A good strong russet coat, and at your need a groat, Will suffice the husbandman. A proverb here I tell, which likes my humour well, And remember it well I can : If a courtier be too bold, he'll want when he is old. Then farewell the servingman.
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE HUSBANDMAN
AND THE SERVINGMAN.•
[This traditional version of the preceding ancient dialogue has long been popular at country festivals. At a harvest-home feast at Selborne, in Hampshire, in 1836, we heard it recited by two countrymen, who gave it with considerable humour, and dramatic effect. It was delivered in a sort of chant, or reci. tative. Davies Gilbert published a very similar copy in his Ancient Christmas Carols. In the modern printed editions, which are almost identical with ours, the term 'servantman' has been substituted for the more ancient designation.]
SERVINGMAN. WELL met, my brother friend, all at this highway So simple all alone, as you can,
[end, I pray you tell to me, what may your calling be, Are you not a servingman?
HUSBANDMAN. No, no, my brother dear, what makes you to inquire Of any such a thing at
And quickly you shall see out of hand,
These things I receive at your hand; know But something pray now show, that first I may plainly The pleasures of a servingman.
SERVINGMAN. Why a servingman has pleasure beyond all sort of
measure, With his hawk on his fist, as he does stand; For the
game that he does kill, and the meat that does Are pleasures for the servingman. [him fill,
HUSBANDMAN. And my pleasure's more than that, to see my oxen fat,
And a good stock of hay by them stand; My plowing and my sowing, my reapingand my mowing,
Are pleasures for the husbandman.