VI.
The Dance .
CANT. Robin is a lovely Lad,
No Lasse a smother ever had.

BASS. Tommy hath a looke as bright
As is the rosie morning light.

BASS. Tib is darke and browne of hue,
But, like her colour, firme and true.

TEN. Ginny hath a lip to kisse
Wherein a spring of Nectar is.

TEN. Simkin well his mirth can place,
And words to win a womans grace.

TEN. Sib is all in all to me,
There is no Queene of Love but she.

ALL. Let us in a lovers round
Circle all this hallowed ground.
Softly, softly trip and goe:
The light foot Fairies jet it so.
Forward, then,
And backe againe;
Here and there,
And everywhere,
Winding to and winding fro,
Skipping hye and lowting low.

CHORUS. And, like lovers hand in hand,
March a round and make a stand.