nonny

They bore him barefaced on the bier ,
Hey non nonny , nonny , hey nonny ,
And in his grave rained many a tear .
Fare you well , my dove .

A servingman , proud in heart and mind , that
curled my hair , wore gloves in my cap , served the
lust of my mistress’ heart and did the act of
darkness with her , swore as many oaths as I spake
words and broke them in the sweet face of heaven ;
one that slept in the contriving of lust and waked to
do it . Wine loved I deeply , dice dearly , and in
woman out-paramoured the Turk . False of heart ,
light of ear , bloody of hand ; hog in sloth , fox in
stealth , wolf in greediness , dog in madness , lion in
prey . Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling
of silks betray thy poor heart to woman . Keep thy
foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy
pen from lenders’ books , and defy the foul fiend .
Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ;
says suum , mun , nonny . Dolphin my boy , boy , sessa !
Let him trot by .

Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more ,
Men were deceivers ever ,
One foot in sea and one on shore ,
To one thing constant never .
Then sigh not so , but let them go ,
And be you blithe and bonny ,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey , nonny nonny .

Sing no more ditties , sing no mo ,
Of dumps so dull and heavy .
The fraud of men was ever so ,
Since summer first was leavy .
Then sigh not so , but let them go ,
And be you blithe and bonny ,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey , nonny nonny .

I am very cold , and all the stars are out too ,
The little stars and all , that look like aglets .
The sun has seen my folly . — Palamon !
Alas , no ; he’s in heaven . Where am I now ?
Yonder’s the sea , and there’s a ship . How ’t tumbles !
And there’s a rock lies watching under water .
Now , now , it beats upon it ; now , now , now ,
There’s a leak sprung , a sound one ! How they cry !
Open her before the wind ; you’ll lose all else .
Up with a course or two , and tack about , boys !
Good night , good night ; you’re gone . I am very
hungry .
Would I could find a fine frog ; he would tell me
News from all parts o’ th’ world ; then would I make
A carrack of a cockleshell , and sail
By east and northeast to the king of pygmies ,
For he tells fortunes rarely . Now my father ,
Twenty to one , is trussed up in a trice
Tomorrow morning . I’ll say never a word .

For I’ll cut my green coat a foot above my knee ,
And I’ll clip my yellow locks an inch below mine
eye .
Hey nonny , nonny , nonny .
He’s buy me a white cut , forth for to ride ,
And I’ll go seek him through the world that is so
wide .
Hey nonny , nonny , nonny .
O , for a prick now , like a nightingale ,
To put my breast against . I shall sleep like a top else .