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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12

Act 3 — SCENE IX.

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Chorus.

1st Song.

Rejoice, O Britain! Britain, O, rejoice! The stormy cloud pass'd o'er, And only made a noise. A clattering sound was heard, And still we felt no wound: Rejoice, rejoice, Thou happy Britons' ground. O that sweet Plenides, Eloquent Orone, Were now to chant our victories With a melodious tone; And rousing echo from the dales, With Harmony to sound: Rejoice, rejoice, Thou happy Britons' ground.

2d Song.

Gang, ye lads and lasses, Sa wimble and sa wight: Fewl mickle teen betide ye, If ye ligg in this plight. Be bonny, buxom, jolly, Trip haydegues[325] belive; And gif night gars the welkin merk, Tom piper do you blive. Hidder, eke and shidder, With spic'd sew ycram'd; Sa that unneath thilke borrels May well ne yede, ne stand: As leefe as life do weete it, When timbarins giu sound; Fore harvest gil prankt up in lathe, To loute it low around.[326]

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