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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A01877) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 18874) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 888:09) The mad-merry prankes of Robbin Good-fellow To the tune of Dulcina. Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637, attributed name. 1 sheet ([2] p.) : ill. printed for H. G[osson], London : [1625?] Printers name and suggested publication date from STC. Sometimes attributed to Ben Jonson--STC. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The mad-merry prankes of Robbin Good-fellow. To the tune of Dulcina. [no entry] 1625 2 784 2 0 0 0 0 0 25.51 C The rate of 25.51 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-07 Sampled and proofread 2002-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-08 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The mad-merry prankes of Robbin Good-fellow . To the tune of Dulcina .

FRom Oberon in Fairy Land the King of Ghosts and shadowes there , Mad Robbin I at his command , am sent to view the night-sports here . What reuell rout Is kept about In euery corner where I goe , I will ore see . And mery be , And make good sport with ho ho ho. More swift then lightning can I flye , and round about this ayrie welkin soone , And in a minutes space descry each thing that 's done beneath the Moone : There 's not a Hag Nor Ghost shall wag . Nor cry Goblin where I do goe , But Robin I Their seats will spye And 〈◊〉 them home with ho ho ho. If any wanderers I méet That from their night sports doe trudge home With counterfeiting voyce I gréet , and cause them on with me to roame Through woods ▪ through lakes , Through bogs , through brakes Ore bush and brier with them I goe , I call vpon Them to come on , And wend me laughing ho ho ho. Sometimes I méet them like a man , sometimes an oxe , sometimes a hound , And to a horse I turne me can , to trip and trot about them round . But if to ride My backe they stride , More swift then winde away I goe , Ore hedge and lands , Through pooles and ponds , I whirry laughing ho ho ho. When Ladds and Lasses merry be , With possets and with iunkets fine , Unséene of all the Company , I eate their cates and sip their wine : and to make sport , I fart and snort , And out the candles I doe blow , The maids I kisse , They shrieke who 's this I answer nought but ho ho ho. Yet now and then the maids to please , A card at midnight up their wooll ; And while they sleep , snort , fart , and 〈◊〉 , with whéele to threds their hare I pull : I grind at Mill Their Malt vp still , I dresse their hemp , I spin their towe If any wake , And would me take , I wend me laughing ho ho ho.
The second part , To the same tune .

WHen house or harth doth sluttish lie , I pinch the Maids there blacke & blew , And from the bed the bed-cloathes I pull off , and lay them naked to view : twixt sléepe , and wake I doe them take And on the key cold floore them throw , If out they cry Then forth flye I , And loudly laugh I ho ho ho. When any néed to borrow ought , we lend them what they doe require . And for the vse demaund we nought , our owne is all we doe desire : If to repay They doe delay Abroad amongst them then I goe , And night by night I them affright With pinching , dreames , and ho ho ho. When lazie queanes haue naught to doe , but studybate and mischiefe too twixt one another secretly : I marke their glose And doe disclose To them that they had wronged so , When I haue done I get me gone And leaue them scolding ho ho ho. When men doe traps and engins set in loope-holes where the vermine créepe , That from their foulds and houses set their ducks and géese , their lambs and shéepe , I spy the gin And enter in , And seemes a vermin taken so But when they there approach me neare I leape out laughing ho ho ho. By Wels and Gils in medowes gréene we nightly dance our heyday guise , And to our fairy king and quéene wée chant our moone-light harmonies When larkes gin sing Away we fling . And babes new borne steale as we goe , An elfe in bed We leaue in stead , And wend us laughing ho ho ho. From Hag-bred Merlins time haue I thus nightly reueld to and fro : And for my pranks men call me by the name of Robin Good-fellow : Fiends , ghosts , and sprites That haunt the nights , The Hags and Goblins doe me know , And Beldams old My feats haue told , So Vale. Vale , ho ho ho.
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London , Printed for H. G.