[from The New Canting Dictionary:—"Sung early in the morning, at the barn doors where their doxies have reposed during the night">[.
I
Ye morts and ye dells [1]
Come out of your cells,
And charm all the palliards about ye; [2]
Here birds of all feathers,
Through deep roads and all weathers,
Are gathered together to toute ye.
II
With faces of wallnut,
And bladder and smallgut,
We're come scraping and singing to rouse ye;
Rise, shake off your straw,
And prepare you each maw [3]
To kiss, eat, and drink till you're bouzy. [4]
[1: women; girls] [2: beggars [Notes] [3: mouth] [4: drunk,]
"RETOURE MY DEAR DELL" [Notes] [1725]
[From The New Canting Dictionary]
I
Each darkmans I pass in an old shady grove, [1]
And live not the lightmans I toute not my love, [2]
I surtoute every walk, which we used to pass, [3]
And couch me down weeping, and kiss the cold grass: [4]
I cry out on my mort to pity my pain,
And all our vagaries remember again.