by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Strike it up, Tabor
Language: English
Strike it up, Tabor And pipe us a favour, Thou shalt be well paid for thy labour. I mean to spend my shoe-soul To dance about the Maypole, I will be blithe and brisk, Leap and skip, hop and trip, Turn about in the rout Until very weary joints can scarce frisk. Lusty Dick Hopkin Lay on with thy napkin. The stitching cost me but a dodkin. The Morris were half undone were't not for Martin of Compton. O, well, said jigging Alce. Pretty Jill, stand you still, Dapper Jack means to smack. How now, fie fie fie, you dance false.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Thomas Weelkes (1576 - 1623), "Strike it up, Tabor", published 1608 [three-part chorus a cappella], from the collection Ayres or Phantasticke Sprits for Three Voices, no. 18, Thomas Este, London [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-26
Line count: 18
Word count: 101