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〈♫〉〈♫〉 BY hils and dales shee roade, shee roade, and followed still the game, Shee roade so fast, that downe, that downe shee fell, And then appear'd her shame, Hey downe, downe, downe, downe, downe, downe in a May morning betimes, {repeat} I heard an old swod say to a young Drabbe this geare is thine and mine. Thorough the woods. {repeat} This Trull full swiftly springs, with a merry note chaunting, where a Knaue was haunting, and so lost her aperne-strings,
Hey downe, downe, downe derry, hey, &c. It is a Light hart and a heauie purse which make a man so merry.