Peterisms: first set

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chop-cherry, chop-cherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And schoolboys playing in the stream;
Then, O, then O then O, my true love said,
Till that time come again 
She could not live a maid!

Lay a garland on my hearse,
  Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
  Say I died true.

My love was false, but I was firm
  From my hour of birth;
Upon my buried body lie
  Lightly, gentle earth.

Rutterkin is come unto our town
In a cloak without coat or gown
save ragged hood to cover his crown
Like a Rutterkin
Hoyda, hoyda, jolly Rutterkin!

Rutterkin can speak no English,
His tongue runneth all on butter'd fish,
Besmear'd with grease about his dish,
Like a Rutterkin
Hoyda, hoyda, jolly Rutterkin!

Rutterkin shall bring you all good luck,
A stoup of beer up at a pluck
Till his brain be as wise as a duck,
Like a Rutterkin
Hoyda, hoyda, jolly Rutterkin!

When Rutterkin from board shall rise,
He will piss a gallon pot full at twice,
And the overplus under the table of the new guise,
Like a Rutterkin
Hoyda, hoyda, jolly Rutterkin!