The woody queristers when birds could speak, and women they, had neither good nor ill to say? The pritty birds fill'd with pain, did to each other, thus complain. To the tune of, The bird-catchers delight. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06942 of text N3572 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06942 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[581] 99887988 ocm99887988 183660 2240898129

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06942) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183660) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[451]) The woody queristers when birds could speak, and women they, had neither good nor ill to say? The pritty birds fill'd with pain, did to each other, thus complain. To the tune of, The bird-catchers delight. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger, [London, : between 1684-1686?] Imprint suggested by Wing W3522B. Verse: "Oh! says the Cuckcow, loud and stout ..." Cf. Wing W3522B which has "querristers" in the title. Imperfect: trimmed affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The woody queristers when birds could speak, and women they, had neither good nor ill to say? The pritty birds fill'd with pain, did to each other, th anon 1686 1 688 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Woody Queristers When Birds could speak , and Women they , Had neither good nor ill to say ? The pritty Birds fill'd with pain , Did to each other , thus Complain . To the Tune of , The Bird-Catchers Delight .

OH ! says the Cuckcow , loud and stout , I flye the Conntry round about : While other Birds my young-ones feed And I my self do stand in need . Then says the Sparrow on her nest , I lov'd a Lass but it was in jest And ever since that self same thing , I made a vow I neer would sing . In comes the Robin and thus he said , I lov'd once a well favoured maid : Her beauty kindled such a spark ▪ That on my breast I bear the mark . Then said the Lark upon the grass , I lov'd once a well favour'd Lass , But she would not heare her true love sing Though he had a voice would please a King Then said the Blackbird as he fled , I loved one but she is dead : And ever since my Love I do lack , This is the cause I mourn in Black . Then said the bonny Nightingale . Thus I must end my mournfull tale : While others sing , I sit and mourn , Leaning my breast against a thorn .

Gh ! says the Water-wag-tail then , I ne'r shall be my self again , I loved one , but could not prevail , And this is the cause I wag my tail . Then said the pretty coloured Jay , My dearest Love is fled away : And in remembrance of my dear , A Feather of every sort I wear . Then said the Leather-winged Batt , Mind but my tale , and i 'le tell you what , Is the cause I do fly by night : Because I lost my hearts delight . Then said the Green-Bird as she flew , I loved one that prov'd untrue , And since she can no more be seen , Like a Love-sick made I turn so green , Then did begin the Chattering Swallow My Love she is fled , but I would not follow And now upon the Chimney high ▪ I sing forth my poor mellody . Oh! says the Owl , my loue is gone , That I so much did dote upon : I know not how my love to follow , But after her I hoop and hollow . Then says the Lapwing , as she flyes , I search the Meadows and the Skies But cannot find my Love again , So about I fly in deadly pain . Then said the Thrush , I squeak and sing Which doth to me no comfort bring . For oftentime I at midnight , Record my Love and hearts Delight . The Canary-Bird she then comes in , To tell her tale she doth begin : I am of my dear'st Love bereft , So I have my own Country left . The Chafinch then begins to squeak , For Love quoth he , my heart will break I grieve so for my only dear , I sing but two mounths in a year . Then quoth the Magpye . I was crost , In Love and now my Dear is lost : And wanting of my hearts Delight , I mourn for him in Black and White . Oh! says the Rook and eke the Crow , The Reason why in Black we go : It is because we are forsook , Come pitty us poor Crow and Rook. The Bulfinch he was in a rage . And nothing could his wrath asswage ; So in the woods , he would not Dwell , But spend his time in lonesome Cell . Thus you do hear the Birds complaint , Taking Delight in their Restraint : Let this to all a pattern be , For to Delight in Constancy .