had these songs: the first is to the tune of I have been a fiddler these fifteen years.
Black I am from head to foot,
And all doth come by chimney soot:
Then maidens, come and cherish him
That makes your chimneys neat and trim.
Horns have I store, but all at my back;
My head no ornament doth lack:
I give my horns to other men,
And ne'er require them again.
Then come away, you wanton wives,