1591," 4to. [Printed by Wolfe. No name of author.] See in that pamphlet, "The thirde daies Entertainment. "On Wednesday morning about 9 o'clock, as her Majestie opened a casement of her gallerie window, ther were 3 excellent musicians, who being disguised in auncient country attire, did greet her with a pleasant song of Corydon and Phillida, made in 3 parts of purpose. The song, as well for the worth of the dittie, as the aptnesse of the note therto applied, it pleased her Highnesse after it had been once sung to command it againe, and highly to grace it with her cheerefull acceptance and commendation. "THE PLOWMAN'S SONG. "In the merrie month of May," &c. The splendour and magnificence of Elizabeth's reign is no where more strongly painted than in these little diaries of some of her summer excursions to the houses of her nobility; nor could a more acceptable present be given to the world, than a republication of a select number of such details as this of the entertainment at Elvetham, that at Killingworth, &c. &c. which so strongly mark the spirit of the times, and present us with scenes so very remote from modern manners. Since the above was written, the public hath been gratified with a most complete work on the foregoing subject, entitled The Progresses and Public Processions of Queen Elizabeth, &c. By John Nichols, F.A.S. Edinb. and Perth, 1788, 2 vols. 4to. XI. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard. This ballad is ancient, and has been popular; we find it quoted in many old plays. See Beaum. and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle, 4to. 1613. act. v. The Varietie, a comedy, 12mo. 1649, act iv., &c. In Sir William Davenant's play, The Witts, act iii,, a gallant thus boasts of himself: "Limber and sound! besides I sing Musgrave, And for Chevy-chace no lark comes near me.' In the Pepys Collection, vol. iii. p. 314., is an imitation of this old song, in thirty-three stanzas, by a more modern pen, with many alterations, but evidently for the worse. This is given from an old printed copy in the British Museum, with corrections; some of which are from a fragment in the Editor's folio MS. It is also printed in Dryden's Collection of Miscellaneous Poems. As it fell out on a highe holye daye, As many bee in the yeare, When young men and maides together do goe, Little Musgrave came to the church door, The priest was at the mass; But he had more mind of the fine womèn, Then he had of our Ladyes grace. 5 And some of them were clad in greene, And others were clad in pall; And then came in my lord Barnardes wife, Shee cast an eye on little Musgràve As bright as the summer sunne : O then bethought him little Musgràve, Quoth she, I have loved thee, little Musgràve, I have a bower at Bucklesford-Bury,* If thoult wend thither, my little Musgrave, Quoth hee, I thanke yee, ladye faire, All this beheard a litle foot-page, * Bucklefield-berry, fol, MS. 335 Quoth he, thoughe I am my ladyes page, Yet Ime my lord Barnardes manne. My lord Barnard shall knowe of this, And ever whereas the bridges were broke, Asleep or awake, thou lord Barnàrd, Lo! this same night at Bucklesford-Bury If it be trew, thou litle foote-page, This tale thou hast told to mee, Then all my lands in Bucklesford-Bury I freelye will give to thee. 40 But and it be a lye, thou litle foot-page, 45 50 On the highest tree in Bucklesford-Bury Rise up, rise up, my merry men all, This night must I to Bucklesford-bury; God wott, I had never more neede. Then some they whistled, and some they sang, And some did loudlye saye, Lye still, lye still, thou little Musgrave, A whistling his sheepe to the fold. Is not thy hawke upon the pearche, Thy horse eating corne and haye? And thou a gaye lady within thine armes : 65 By this lord Barnard was come to the dore, How now, how now, thou little Musgrave, 75 V. 64, Is whistling sheepe ore the mold. fol. MS. |