The SPELL.
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This pippin shall another tryal make,
See from the core two kernels brown I take; 100
This on my cheek for Lubberkin is worn,
And Boobyclod on t'other side is born.
But Boobyclod soon drops upon the ground,
A certain token that his love's unsound,
While Lubberkin sticks firmly to the last; 105
Oh were his lips to mine but join'd so fast!
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
See from the core two kernels brown I take; 100
This on my cheek for Lubberkin is worn,
And Boobyclod on t'other side is born.
But Boobyclod soon drops upon the ground,
A certain token that his love's unsound,
While Lubberkin sticks firmly to the last; 105
Oh were his lips to mine but join'd so fast!
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
As Lubberkin once slept beneath a tree,[1]
I twich'd his dangling garter from his knee; 110
He wist not when the hempen string I drew,
Now mine I quickly doff of inkle blue;
Together fast I tye the garters twain,
And while I knit the knot repeat this strain,
Three times a true-love's knot I tye secure, 115
Firm be the knot, firm may his love endure.
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
I twich'd his dangling garter from his knee; 110
He wist not when the hempen string I drew,
Now mine I quickly doff of inkle blue;
Together fast I tye the garters twain,
And while I knit the knot repeat this strain,
Three times a true-love's knot I tye secure, 115
Firm be the knot, firm may his love endure.
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.
As I was wont, I trudg'd last market-day
To town, with new-laid eggs preserv'd in hay. 120
I made my market long before 'twas night,
My purse grew heavy and my basket light.
Strait to the pothecary's shop I went,[2]
And in love-powder all my money spent;
To town, with new-laid eggs preserv'd in hay. 120
I made my market long before 'twas night,
My purse grew heavy and my basket light.
Strait to the pothecary's shop I went,[2]
And in love-powder all my money spent;
Behap
