Sellenger's Round

The Country Man'ß DELIGHT

Melody from William Byrd's setting in The Fitzwilliam Virginal Book Lyrics by Anon, from the Pepys Ballads
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O’er Hills and Dales, and Whit - sun - Ales, We Dance a Mer - ry fit; When
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fear no Co - vent - Gar - den Gout, Nor Pick - a - dil - ly Cramp:

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Playford Dances and Ballads page 118 Setting by Steven Hendricks
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Bri - an and bon - ny Bet - ty; Oh, how they did jerk it,
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ev - er - more shall be; So long as we Whisk it,

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one Con - sent go we; To Jigg it and Jerk it,

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Ca - per and ferk it, Under the Green - wood Tree.
Flounce it and fling it, Under the Green - wood Tree.
Frig it and frisk it, Under the Green - wood Tree.
Ca - per and Ferk it, Under the Green - wood Tree.

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When we’re well fir’d, and almost tir’d,

That Night is drawing on:
And that we must confess (as just)
Our Dancing day is done;
The Night is spent
With more content,
For then we all agree;
To Cock it and Dock it,
Smock and Knock it,
Under the Green-wood Tree.

Playford Dances and Ballads page 119