RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA. SERVANTS OUT OF SERVICE ARE GOING TO THE CITY TO LOOK FOR NEW. HEIGH-HO, away the mare, That are enforc'd to cry, a new master, a new! THE YOUNG NURSE'S REQUEST. FROM CITY ROUNDS. I pray you, good mother, give me leave To make his bed, and comb his head, And come again anon. Or else beat me as you think good, For I love John alone. 61 THE PAINTER'S SONG OF LONDON. FROM CITY CONCEITS. WHERE are you, fair maids, that have need of our trades? I'll sell you a rare confection; Will you have your faces spread, either with white or red; Will you buy any fair complexion? G My drugs are no dregs, for I have whites of eggs, Made in a rare confection, Red leather and surflet water, scarlet colour or staves-aker; Will you buy any fair complexion? A BELLMAN'S SONG. MAIDS to bed, and cover coal, THE THREE RAVENS. FROM COUNTRY PASTIMES. THERE were three ravens sat on a tree, Down a down, hey down; There were three ravens sat on a tree, With a down; There were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be, With a down, derry, derry, derry, down, down. The one of them said to his mate, Where shall we our breakfast take? Down in yonder green field, There lies a knight slain under his shield. RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA. His hounds they lie down at his feet, His hawks they fly so eagerly, Down there comes a fallow doe, She lifted up his bloody head, And kiss'd his wounds that were so red; She got him up upon her back, And carried him to earthen lake; She buried him before the prime; She was dead herself ere even-song time. God send every gentleman Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman. 63 From internal evidence, the "Three Ravens" appears to have been an old Ballad when Ravenscroft introduced it into his "Melismata," written, perhaps, in or about the reign of Henry the Eighth. He has passed over the history of this rich and sublimely wild production, as other collators of his period were wont to do, consequently, we remain ignorant of the circumstance which erst called forth its composition. The "Two Ravens," although poetical and descriptive, is evidently a more recent composition, built upon the former; we subjoin this version in illustration of what we now have stated. THE TWO RAVENS. There were two ravens sat on a tree, And one unto the other 'gan say, Shall we go dine by the wild salt sea? As I sat on the deep sea sand, I saw a fair ship nigh at land, I waved my wings, I bent my beak, Come, I will show ye a sweeter sight, His sword half-drawn, his shafts unshot; But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame, His lady's away with another mate, Ye shall sit on his white hause-bane, Oh! cauld and bare will his bed be, RAVENSCROFT'S MELISMATA. 65 The late Mr. John Findlay, author of Wallace, or the Vale of Ellerslie, &c. seems also to have borne Ravenscroft's "Three Ravens" in mind, when he composed his Dirge of the Slain Knight, beginning, "A knight there came from the field of slain, THE MARRIAGE OF THE FROGGIE AND THE MOUSE. FROM COUNTRY PASTIMES. It was the froggie in the well, The froggie would a-wooing ride, When he was upon his high horse set, When he came to the merry mill-pin, Ho! mistress mouse, be ye within. She cries, out o'er the seedy mill-dam, And then came out the dusty mouse, Hast thou any mind of me? |