Tixall Poetry.
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Ma.On, my loving Mopsus, on,
I am ready, all is done;
From my head unto my foot,
I am fitted each way toot.
Buskins gay,
Gowne of gray,
Best of all our flocks can render;
Hat of straw,
Platted through,
Cherry lip, and middle slender.
I am ready, all is done;
From my head unto my foot,
I am fitted each way toot.
Buskins gay,
Gowne of gray,
Best of all our flocks can render;
Hat of straw,
Platted through,
Cherry lip, and middle slender.
Mo.And I think you will not find
Mopsus any whitt behind;
For he loves as well to goe,
As most part of sheapards doe:
Cap of browne,
Bottle crowne,
With a leg I won a dancing:
And a pump,
Fitt to jump,
When we sheapards fall a prancing.
Mopsus any whitt behind;
For he loves as well to goe,
As most part of sheapards doe:
Cap of browne,
Bottle crowne,
With a leg I won a dancing:
And a pump,
Fitt to jump,
When we sheapards fall a prancing.