These prettie ladies had;
When Tom came home from labour,
Or Ciss to milking rose,
Then merrily merrily went theyre tabor,
And nimbly went theyre toes.
Wittness those rings and roundelayes
Of theirs, which yet remaine,
Were footed in queene Maries dayes
On many a grassy playne;
But since of late, Elizabeth,