And I my sell were dead and gane!
For a maid again I’ll never be.
A stanza closely resembling the third of this song occurs in a Yule medley in Wood’s MSS, about 1620.[[77]]
Hey trollie lollie, love is jolly
A qhyll qhill it is new;
Qhen it is old, it grows full cold,
Woe worth the love untrew!
The Orpheus Caledonius has for the fourth stanza this, which is found (with variations) in A-M, excepting the imperfect copy E:
When cockle-shells turn siller bells,
And mussles grows on evry tree,