ONCE I had pretty grey Hawk, She went and came at my Request And when she is dress'd in her youthful Attire In my Bosom she builed her Nest, My brave Boys, &c.
She builded within and she build'd without My pretty Bird flies in and outs; And when she spreads her Feathers Abroad She shaded me under her Wings, My brave Boys, &c.
Then I got a Bell and ty'd to her Foot, Thinking that she was my own; But she's taken a Flight and gone away quite, And Nobody knows where she's gone, My brave Boys, &c.
Then up Streets I walk and down Streets I run, Like one that is troubled in Minde; I woop'd and I ho'd, and shouted aloud, But my little Bird I could not find, My brave Boys, &c.
It's up the green Meadows I walk, And down the green Meadows I run; And there I met with my pretty grey Hawk, She was lying by the Side of a Man, My brave Boys, &c.
He that hath got her so e'en let him take her, And make the best of her he can, For whether I have her or have her not, I will Hawk with her now and then, My brave Boys, &c.
Happy is he that hath got a good Wife, And blessed is he that's got none, Curs'd is he that goes to a Whore, And hath a good Wife of his own, My brave Boys, &c.
