I saw the bouncing Belly-bone, (10) hey hoe Bonny-bell: Tripping ouer the Dale alone, she can trip it very well. Well decked in a Frock of gray, hey hoe gray is greete: (15) And in a Kirtle of greene Say, the greene is for Maydens meete. +
A Chaplet on her head she wore, hey hoe the Chaplet: Of sweet Violets therein was store, (20) she’s sweeter then the Violet. My Sheepe did leaue their wonted food, hey hoe silly Sheepe: And gaz’d on her as they were wood, wood as he that did them keepe.
(25) As the Bony-lasse passed by, hey hoe Bony-lasse: She rol’d at me with glauncing eye, as cleare as the Christall-glasse. All as the Sunnie-beame so bright, (30) hey hoe the Sun-beame: Glaunceth from Phoebus face forth-right, so loue into my heart did streame.
Or as the thunder cleaues the clouds, hey hoe the thunder: (35) Wherein the lightsome leuin shrouds, so cleaues my soule a-sunder. Or as Dame Cynthias + siluer ray, hey hoe the Moone-light: