ramseyarnaoot:
Till then I never wakèd
ramseyarnaoot:
The moon's my constant mistress
ramseyarnaoot:
Me found and stript me nakèd.
ramseyarnaoot:
Till the roguish boy of love where I lay
ramseyarnaoot:
I slept not since the Conquest
ramseyarnaoot:
I befell into this dotage.
ramseyarnaoot:
With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all
ramseyarnaoot:
And a cruse of cockle pottage
ramseyarnaoot:
Abroad to beg your bacon
ramseyarnaoot:
Nor wander from your selves with Tom