Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the Summer Queen; Their silver penny with the best. Well can they judge of nappy1 ale, And turn the crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the father's joy, And little Tom the mother's boy. All their pleasure is content; And care, to pay their yearly rent. Joan can call by name her cows And deck her window with green boughs; Now, you courtly dames and knights, Securer lives the silly swain. 1 nappy, strong. 2 tutties, nosegays. The word still survives in Dorset dialect. IGNOTO. LXIII. PHILLIDA FLOUTS ME. From a broadsheet of about 1600, in the Roxburghe Collection. See the Rev. J. W. Ebsworth's edition of the Roxburghe Ballads, vi. 460. This is the earliest of the various 17th-century versions of the poem, which differ greatly. H! what a plague is love, OH! How shall I bear it? She will unconstant prove, It so torments my mind, Please her the best you may, Phillida flouts me. At the fair yesterday, I could not get her. Dick had her to the wine, Fair maid, be not so coy, I am my mother's joy, She'll give me when she dies, And yet for all this goods, Thou shalt eat curds and cream, All the year lasting; And drink the crystal stream, Pleasant in tasting; Whig1 and whey till thou burst And bramble berries, Pie-lid and pasty-crust, Pears, plums, and cherries. Cupid hath shot his dart, I was a fool to scorn I am like one forlorn, Now I may weep and mourn, 1 whig, a drink made of whey. Whilst with Love's flames I burn; Nothing will serve my turn; Phillida flouts me. I am a lively lad, I am not half so bad, In the last month of May I brought to deck the bowers For my sweet Philly. But she did all disdain, And threw them back again; And wanton Winifred One cast milk on my clothes, I cannot work and sleep Grief wounds my heart so deep, I fade and pine away, She hath a clout of mine Which she keeps for a sign Of my fidelity. But i' faith, if she frown, She shall not wear it; I'll give it Doll my maid, And she shall tear it. Since 't will no better be, I'll bear it patiently; Yet all the world may see Phillida flouts me. 1Coventry, cloth of Coventry blue. |