Enter Pickle Herring.
Pickle Herring. In first and formost do I come,
All for to lead this race;
Seeking the Country far and near
So fair a Lady to embrace.
So fair a Lady did I never see,
So comely in my sight,
Drest in her gaudy Gold,
And silver shining bright.
She has fingers long, and Rings
Of honor of beaten Gold.
My Masters all behold.
It is now for some pretty dancing Time,
And we will foot it fine.
Blue Britches. I am a Youth of Jollitree,
Where is there one like unto me?
My hair is bush'd very thick,
My Body is like an Hasel stick,
My Legs they quaver like an Eel,
My Arms become my Body weel,
My fingers they are long and small,
Am not I a jolly Youth, proper and tall.
Therefore, Mister Musick Man,
Whatsoever may be my chance.
It is for my Ladle's Love and mine,
Strike up the Morris Dance.
[Then they foot it once round.
Ginger Britches. I am a jolly young Man of flesh, blood, and bone.
Give ear my Masters all each one;
And especially you, my Lady dear,
I hope you like me well.
Of all the Gallants here
It is I that doth so well.
