Thomas Weelkes - Jockey thine horn pipes dull - текст песни (слова)

Jockey, thine horn pipes dull 
 give wind man at full, 
 fie upon such a sad gul, 
 like an hoody doody, 
 all too moody 
 toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker, 
 ile tread it the quicker: 
 
 Darite growes so grave, 
 I may not her have: 
 In a round when I do crave, 
 with hoop sir hoy day, 
 O you hurt me toodle, toodle, 
 pipe it up thicker, 
 ile tread it the quicker:
 
 Then if the chance to glance in, 
 Give us two roome to dance in
 like an hoody doody, 
 all too moody 
 toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker, 
 ile tread it the quicker: 
 
 why then about it roundly, 
 and I will foot it soundly, 
 ile take my steps the shorter, 
 as if I trampled morter.
 
 Set me thy worke by, 
 and come to me smurkly
 and I will foot it soundly, 
 ile take my steps the shorter, 
 as if I trampled morter.
 
 Though my green jerkin bare is 
 Us two to all the parish 
 and I will foot it soundly, 
 ile take my steps the shorter, 
 as if I trampled morter.