Sir E GLAMORE.

IR Eglamore, that valiant Knight,

He fetch'd his Sword, and he went to fight

Fa la lanttre down dillie,

And as he went over Hill and Dale
All Armed in his Coat of Male,

With a fa la lanitre down dillie.

A hugeous great Dragon leapt out of his Den,
With, &c.

Which had kill'd the Lord knows how many Men;
Fa la, &c.

But when he faw Sir Eglamore,

Good Lord! how the Dragon began to Roar!
With a fa, &c.

The Dragon he had an a plaguy Hide
Fa la, &c.

Which could both Sword and Spear abide,
Fa la, &c.

He could not enter with Hacks and Cuts,
Which vext the Knight to the Heart Blood and Guts,

With his, &c.

All the Trees i' the Wood did fhake

Fa la, &c.

Stars did tremble, and Man did quake,

Fa la, &c.

But had you feen, how the Birds lay peeping,

'Twou'd ha' made a Man's Heart to have fallen a

With a fa la, &c.

But now it was too late to fear,

Fa la, &c.

[weeping,

For now it was come to fight Dog fight Bear,

Fa la, &c.

And as a yawning he did fall

He thruft his Sword in, Hilt and all,
With his fa, &c.

But now as the Knight in Choler did burn
Fa la, &c.

He ow'd the Dragon a fhrew'd turn,
Fa la, &c.

In at his Mouth his Sword he bent,
The Hilt appear'd at his Fundament,
With a fa, &c.

Then the Dragon like a Coward began to fly
Fa la, &c.

Unto his Den that was hard by,

Fa la, &c.

And there he laid him down and roar'd;0 The Knight was vexed for his Sword;

Fa la, &c.

The Sword it was an a right good Blade

With fa la, &c.

As ever Turk, or Spaniard made,

With a fa, &c..

I for my part do forfake it,

And he that will fetch it, let him take it,
With a fa, &c.

When all this was done, to th' Alehouse he went, .

Fa, &c.

And by and by his two Pence he spent,

Fa la, &c.

For he was fo hot with tugging the Dragon,
That nothing wou'd quench him but a whole Flagon
With a fa, &c.

Now God preferve our King and Queen,

Fala, &e.

And eke in London may be feen,

As many Knights, and as many more,
And all as good as Sir Eglamore,

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With a fa la lanttre down dillie.

The Gelding of the DEVIL.

Merry Jeft I will you tell

Of the Gelding of the Devil of Hell;
And of the Baker of Mansfield Town:
To Manchester Market as he was bound,
And under a Grove of Willows clear,
The Baker was finging with lufty chear,
Beyond the Willows there was a Well,
And there he met with the Devil of Hell.

Oh, quoth the Devil, how chanceth that
Thy Horse he is fo fair and fat?

Good Sir, quoth the Baker, by my fay,
'Caufe both his Stones are cut away;
For he that is a Gelding free,

Both fat and lufty he will be:

Oh quo the Devil, and fay'ft thou me fo,
Thou shalt Geld me before thou doft go.

The Baker had a Knife of Iron and Steel,
Wherewith he gelded the Devil of Hell,
'Twas sharp and pointed for the Nonce,
Fit for to carve all manner of Stones;
The Baker he lighted from off his Horfer.
And cut the Devil's Stones clear from his Aife,
Oh! quoth the Devil, befhrew thy Heart,
Thou doft not feel how I do fmart.

For gelding of me thou art not quit,
I mean to geld thee the fame Day Sennight;
The Baker hearing the Words he said,
In his Heart was fore afraid:

He hy'd him unto the next Market Town, To fell his Bread both White and Brown, And when the Market was done that Day,' The Baker rode home another way;

And told his Wife how all befell,
How he had Gelded the Devil of Hell:
Strange words, quo he, I heard him fay,
He would Geld me the next Market Day.
Therefore, quo the Baker, I stand in doubt.
Uds bobbs, I'd rather his Eyes were out,
I'd rather thou shouldft break thy Neck-bon?,
Than for to lofe any manner of Stone.

For why; it is a loathfome thing,
And every Man will call thee Gelding.
Thus they remained both in fear,
Until the Market day grew near,
Then, quo the Goodwife, well I wot,
Go fetch me thy Doublet, and thy Coat,
Thy Hofe and thy Shoes and thy Cap alfo,
And I like a Man to the Market will go.

Then forth the hy'd her in all haste,
With her Bread upon her Beast;
And when the came unto the Hill fide,
There the faw two Devils abide.
A little Devil and another

Were playing like to Sister and Brother.
Oh, quo the Devil, without fain,
Yonder's the Baker, go call him again.

Be thou real, Baker, or be thou wo
I mean to Geld thee before thou doft go.
But these were the Words the Woman did say,
Good Sir, I was Gelt but Yefterday.

Oh, quo the Devil, and that 1 will fee,
And he pull'd her Hose beneath her Knee,

And looking upwards from the Ground,
There he fpy'd a most grievous Wound.

Oh, quo the Devil, now I fee

He was nothing cunning that gelded thee,
For when he had cut off thy Stones clean,
He fhould have fow'd up the Hole again.
He call'd the little Devil to him anon,
And bid him look to that fame Man,
While he did go to fome private plaće,
To get fome Salve in little space.

The Devil was no fooner gone his way,
But upon her Belly there crept a Flea,
The little Devil foon efpyed that,
He up with his Paw and gave it a pat:
The Woman for fear began to start,
And out the thruft a moft horrible Fart:

Hoop, hoop, quo the little Devil, come again I fay,
Here's another Hole broke hard by, by my fay.

Baker, quo the Devil, thou canst not be found,
Thou fmelleft fo foar above the Ground;
Thy Life and Days they cannot be long,
Thy Breath it favours fo horrible strong;
The Hole is broke fo near the Bone-
There will no Salve well flick thereon:
Therefore Baker, hie thee away,
And in this place no longer stay.

The Old CoURTIER.

ITH an old Song made by an old ancient

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Pate

Of an old worshipful Gentleman, that had a great Eftate,