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Cold's the Wind and Wet's the Rain
St. Hugh be our good speed
Ill is the weather than bringesth no gain,
Nor helps good hearts in need.
Hey down a-down, hey down a-down
Hey derry derry down a-down
Ho! well done, to me let come,
Ring compass, gentle joy
Troll the bowl, the nut-brown bowl,
And here, kind mate, to thee!
Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul,
And drown it merrily
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Now Robin lend to me thy bow
Sweet Robin lend thy bow to me
For I must now a-hunting to my lady go
With my sweet Lady
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There Were Three Ravens
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There were three rauens sat on a tree,
downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe,
There were three rauens sat on a tree,
with a downe,
There were three rauens sat on a tree,
They were as blacke as they might be.
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe.
The one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakfast take?
Downe in yonder greene field,
There lies a Knight slain under his shield,
His hounds they lie downe at his feete,
So well they can their Master keepe,
His Hawkes they flie so eagerly,
There's no fowle dare him come nie
Downe there comes a fallow Doe,
As great with yong as she might goe,
She lift up his bloudy head,
And kist his wounds that were so red,
She got him up upon her backe,
And carried him to earthen lake,
She buried him before the prime,
She was dead her self ere euen-song time.
God send euery gentleman,
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a Leman.
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Full Fathom Five
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Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.
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Rosa Das Rosas
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Where the Bee Sucks
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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The Caged Bird
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Stephano's Song
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The master, the swabber,
the boatswain, and I,
the gunner and his mate
loved Moll, Meg, and Marian, and Marjorie,
but none of us cared for Kate.
For she had a tongue with a tang,
would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang!'
She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch.
Then to see boys and let her go hang!
The master, the swabber,
the boatswain, and I,
the gunner and his mate
loved Moll, Meg, and Marian, and Marjorie,
but none of us cared for Kate.
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Basse or Ground:
Sing after, fellows, as you heare me,
A toy that seldome is seene a.
Three country dances in one to be,
A prety conceit as I weene a.
Tenor:
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, said little John,
Come dance before the Queene a,
In a redde Petticote, and a greene jacket,
A white hose and a greene a.
Medius:
The crampe is in my purse full sore,
No money will bide there in a;
And if I had some salve therefore,
O lightly then would I sing a,
Hey hoe, the Crampe a!
Cantus:
Now foote it as I do, Tom boy, Tom,
Now foot it as I doe, Swithen a;
And Hicke, thou must tricke it all alone,
Till Robin come leaping in betweene a.
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Gigue
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Prospero's Uncharm
02:30
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The Foundry was begun, originally, as an outlet for Michael Bentley's chapbooks in the mid-80s. It grew to include audio releases in the mid-90s, and now serves as an umbrella for artistic ventures from Bentley and his collaborators.
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