15.1 ‘thresel-cock,’ throstle, thrush.
‘Methinks I hear the thresel-cock,
Methinks I hear the jaye;
Methinks I hear my Lord Barnard,
And I would I were away!’
16.
‘Lye still, lye still, thou little Musgrave,
And huggell me from the cold;
’Tis nothing but a shephard’s boy
A driving his sheep to the fold.