'HAT shall he have that kill'd the deer? WH His leather skin and horns to wear. Then sing him home; Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; It was a crest ere thou wast born: Thy father's father wore it, And thy father bore it! The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. F 'ULL fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell. O nothing but eat, and make good cheer, D° And praise God for the merry year; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there And ever among so merrily. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all; For women are shrews, both short and tall : 'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all, And welcome merry Shrove-tide :— |