Classic Poem

A pastorall Song.

Vp on a Downe where shepheards keepe,
 piping pleasant Layes:
Two Country maids were tending sheepe,
 and sweetly chanted Roundelayes.
Three shepheards each an Oaten Reed,
 blaming Cupids cruell wrong,
Vnto these rurall Nimphs agreed,
 to keepe a tunefull vnder-song.

And for they were in number fiue,
 musicks number sweet:
And we the like let vs contriue,
 to sing their song in order meet.
Faire Phillis part Ile take to me,
 she gainst louing Hinds complaines:
And Amarillis thou shalt be,
 she defends the shepheard swaines. Ph.

Fie on the sleights that men deuise. Sh.
 Heigh ho, silly sleights. Ph.
When simple maids they would entice. Sh.
 Maids are young mens chiefe delights. Am.
Nay, women they witch with their eyes. Sh.
 Eyes like beames of burning Sun. Am.
And men once caught, they soone despise Sh.
 So are Shepheards oft vndone. Ph.

If any young man win a maid. Sh.
 Happy man is he. Ph.
By trusting him she is betrai'd. Sh.
 Fie vpon such trechery. Am.
If maids win yong men with their guiles. Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, guilefull griefe. Am.
They deale like weeping Crocodiles. Sh.
 That murther man without reliefe. Ph.

I know a silly country Hind. Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, silly Swaine. Ph.
To whom faire Daphne proued kind. Sh.
 Was not he kind to her againe? Ph.
He vowed to Pan with many an oath. Sh.
 Heigh ho, shepheards God is he. Am.
Yet since hath chang'd and broke his troth. Sh.
 Troth-plight broke will plagued be. Am.

She had deceiued many a Swaine Sh.
 Fie vpon such false deceit. Am.
And plighted troth to them in vaine. Sh.
 There can be no griefe more great. Am.
Her measure was with measure paid. Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, equall meed. Am.
She was beguiled that had betrai'd. Sh.
 So shall all deceiuers speed. Ph.

If euery maid were like to me. Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, hard of heart. Ph.
Both loue and louers scorn'd should be. Sh.
 Scorners should be sure of smart. Am.
If euery maid were of my mind, Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, louely sweet. Am.
They to their louers shold proue kind. Sh.
 Kindnes is for maidens meet. Ph.

Me thinkes loue is an idle toy. Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, busie paine. Ph.
Both wit and sence it doth annoy. Sh.
 Both wit and sence thereby we gaine. Am.
Tush Phillis , cease, be not so coy. Sh.
 Heigh ho, heigh ho, coy disdaine. Am.
I know you loue a Shepheards boy, Sh.
 Fie that woman so can faine. Ph.
Well, Amaryllis , now I yeeld. Sh.
 Shepheards sweetly pipe aloud. Ph.
Loue conquers both in towne and field. Sh.
 Like a tyrant fierce and proud. Am.
The Euening Starre is vp wee see. Sh.
 Vesper shines wee must away. Ph.
Would euery louer would agree. Sh.
 So we end our Roundelay.