Page:The Folk-Lore Journal Volume 7 1889.djvu/489

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MORRICE DANCERS AT REVESBY.

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Cicely. (To Pickle Herring.) Old Father, for your reverend years,

Stand you the next Man unto me,

Then He that doth the Weapon bear.

For I will have the hind Man of the Three. Fool. (To Pickle Herring.) Old Father, a fig for your old Gold,

The Soldier, he shall bear no Sway,

But you shall see, and so shall we,

'Tis I that carries the Lass away.

[Then the Dancers takes hold of their Swords and foots it round the Room; then every V^ Man makes his Obeisance to the Master of

the House, and the whole concludes.

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Finis.