POPULAR SONGS.

This morning as the golden sun Was rising, pretty maid, I saw you in the garden Bending o’er the parsley bed. To see you somewhat nearer Through the garden gate I strayed, And found when I went out again I’d lost my heart, sweet maid. You must have come across it, For I lost it there, I say. “Oh, pretty parsley maiden, Give back my heart, I pray.”

When He made thee those black lashes God, no doubt, would give thee warning That for all the deaths thou causest, Thou must put thyself in mourning.

Alcaldè măyòr, Alcaldè măyòr, You sentence poor prisoners for theft, While your daughter walks out with her black eyes, And robs all our hearts right and left.

Some tears, my pretty maiden, If only two or three, And the goldsmiths of Granàda Shall set them as jewels for me. They tell me that you love me, But ’tis a falsehood bold; So circumscribed a bosom Could never two hearts hold. As I carelessly opened Your letter, my dear, Your heart dropp’d out, Into my bosom, I fear, So I took it in; but As there’s no room for two, I have taken out mine, Which I now send to you.

I saw two stones Fight in your street For the joy of being trodden Under your feet; And I ponder’d then. If the stones do this, Oh, what will men?

A favour, Blacksmith, I ask of you; Pray make me a lover Of steel so true. And this is what he replies to me It can’t be very true If a man it’s to be.

As we know, God made man first, And afterwards the womenstock; First of all the tower is built. But last of all the weather-cock.

May the Lord God preserve us from evil birds three, From all friars, and curates, and sparrows that be; For the sparrows eat up all the corn that we sow, The friars drink down all the wine that we grow, Whilst the curates have all the fair dames at their nod: From these three evil curses preserve us, good God.