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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

his son,

An angel appearing said, The Lord's will be done!
O, Abraham ! O, Abraham! lay no hand upon the lad,
He sent him unto thee to make thy heart glad;
Thy seed shall increase like stars in the sky,
And thy soul into heaven like Gabriel shall fly.
O, never, 0, never will I hear an orphan cry,
Nor yet a gentle virgin until the day I die;
You wandering Jews that travel the wide world round,
May krock at the door where truth is to be found.
Often against the Turks and Infidels we fight,
To let the wandering world know we're in the right,
For in heaven there's a lodge, and St. Peter keeps the

And none can enter in but those that are pure.
St. Peter he opened, and so we entered in,
Into the holy seat secure, which is all free from sin;
St. Peter he opened, and so we entered there,
And the glory of the temple no man can compare.



The tune is, I am the Duke of Norfolk.
[This ancient dialogue, though in a somewhat altered form (see
the ensuing poem), has long been used at country merry-makings.
It is transcribed from a black-letter copy in the third volume of
the Roxburgh collection, apparently one of the imprints of Peter
Brooksby, which would make the composition at least as old as
the close of the fifteenth century. There are several dialogues of
a similar character.]

The servingman the plowman would invite
To leave his calling and to take delight;
But he to that by no means will agree,
Lest he thereby should come to beggary.
He makes it plain appear a country life

Doth far excel: and so they end the strife.
MY noble friends give ear, if mirth you love to hear,

I'll tell you as fast as I can,
A story very true, then mark what doth ensue,
Concerning of a husbandman.
A servingman did meet a husbandman in the street,
And thus unto him began:

pray you

tell to me of what calling you be, Or if you be a servingman?

Quoth he, my brother dear, the coast I mean to clear,
And the truth you shall understand :
I do no one disdain, but this I tell you plain,
I am an honest husbandman.

If a husbandman you be, then come along with me,
I'll help you as soon as I can
Unto a gallant place, where in a little space,
You shall be a servingman.

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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.


eat goose and


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.

It needs must be confest that your calling is the best,
No longer discourse with you

But henceforth I will pray, by night and by day,
Heaven bless the honest husbandman.

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[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


hand ?
Indeed I shall not feign, but I will tell you plain,
I am a downright husbandman.

If a husbandman you be, then go along with me,

And quickly you shall see out of hand,
How in a little space I will help you to a place,
Where you may be a servingman.

Kind sir! I 'turn you thanks for your intelligence,

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.

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