1. Hunt. Sir, you may please to know, that yesternight I lodged a boar within the neighbouring Forest.
Bump. Yes, Sir, and I lodged a Fox at a house hard by.
A pleasant new Ballad to sing both
Even and Morne,
Of the bloody murther of Sir John
Barley corne.
To the tune of, Shall I lye beyond thee.[125]
[76.]As I went through the North Countrey
I heard a merry greeting:
A pleasant toy, and full of joy,
two noble men were meeting.
And as they walked for to sport,
upon a Sommers day,