I WOULD my master were a wat [a hare], And my book a wild cat, And a brace of greyhounds in his top: I would be glad for to see that! What availeth me though I say nay? I would my master were a hare, And all his books hounds were, And I myself a jolly hunter: To blow my horn I would not spare! For if he were dead I would not care. What availeth me though I say nay? |