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The Grey Hawk

18th century.
Probably from South-east England.
MIDI


    Once I had a hawk, and a pretty grey hawk.
    She came and she went at request.
    I loved her so well, and so very, very well,
    In my bosom she builded her nest, my brave boys,
    In my bosom she builded her nest.

    Then I got a bell and tied it to her foot,
    Thinking that she was my own,
    But she's taken a flight, and gone away quite,
    And there's nobody knows where she's gone, my brave boys,
    And there's nobody knows where she's gone.

    Then it's up streets I walk, and down streets I run,
    Like one that is troubled in mind.
    I whooped and I hoed, and I shouted aloud,
    But my little bird I could not find, my brave boys,
    But my little bird I could not find.

    It's up the green meadows I walk,
    And down the green meadows I run,
    And there I did spy my pretty grey hawk,
    She was close by the side of a man, my brave boys,
    She was close by the side of a man.

    He that hath got her, so e'en let him keep her,
    And make the best of her he can,
    For whether I have her or whether I do not,
    I will hawk with her still, now and then, my brave boys,
    I will hawk with her still, now and then.

    Happy is he that hath got a good wife,
    And blessed is he that's got none.
    Cursed is he that courteth another's
    And hath a good wife of his own, my brave boys,
    And hath a good wife of his own.