Part 2 — No 71 THE JOLLY GOSS-HAWK

1 I sat on a bank in trifle and play, With my jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey; She flew to my breast, And she there built her nest, I am sure pretty bird you with me will stay. 2 She builded within, and she builded without, My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey; She fluttered her wings, And she jingled her rings, So merry was she, and so fond of play. 3 I got me a bell, to tie to her foot, My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey; She mounted in flight, And she flew out of sight, My bell and my rings she carried away. 4 I ran up the street, with nimblest feet, My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey; I whooped and hallo'd, But never she shewed, And I lost my pretty goss-hawk that day. 5 In a meadow so green, the hedges between, My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey; Upon a man's hand, She perch'd did stand, In sport, and trifle, and full array. 6 Who's got her may keep her as best he can, My jolly goss-hawk, and her wings were grey; To every man she is frolic and free, I'll cast her off if she come my way.