track by LUNATRAKTORS

YouTube video by Humanity Unleashed

Late 17th Century broadside ballad to the tune of Sellenger's Round Peter Luke Kenny: baritone Christopher Goodwin: gittern Alison Kinder: recorder Tamsin Lewis: bass viol The west-country delight: or, Hey for Zommerzet-shire In Summer time when flowers do spring, and birds sit on each tree Let lords and knights say what they will, there's none so merry as we. There's Will and Moll, with Harry and Doll, and Tom and bonny Betty Oh how they do jerk it, caper and firk it, under the greenwood tree. Our music is a little pipe, that can so sweetly play; whom we do hire from Whitsuntide, till latter Lammas-day; On sabbath days and holy-days, after evening prayer comes he; And then we do skip it, caper and trip it under the greenwood tree. O'er hills and dales, to whitsun-ales, We dance a merry fitt, When Susan sweet with John doth meet, she gives him Hit for Hit, From head to foot she holds him to't and jumps as high as he, Oh how they spring it, flounce and fling it, under the greenwood tree. With ribbond red in hat and head young Ralph doth skip and jump Joan has a new long scarf of blue that reaches to her rump, With petticoats as light as moats which in the sun we see, Oh how they did skip it, trample and trip it under the greenwood tree. On meads and lawns we trip like fauns, like fillies, kids and lambs; we have no twinge to make us cringe, or crinkle in the hams, When the day is spent, with one consent, again we all agree, To jig it and jerk it, caper and firk it, Under the greenwood tree. From Passamezzo's CD In Peascod Time https://passamezzo.bandcamp.com/album/in-peascod-time

YouTube video by Passamezzo