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68 What revell rout Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'er see, And merry bee, And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho!

More swift than lightning can I flye About this aery welkin soone, And, in a minute's space, descrye Each thing that's done belowe the moone. There's not a hag Or ghost shall wag, Or cry, " 'Ware Goblins! where I go;" But Robin I Their feates will spy, And send them home, with ho, ho, ho!

Where'er such wanderers I meete, As from their night-sports they trudge home: With counterfeiting voice I greete And call them on, with me to roame Thro' woods, thro' lakes, Thro' bogs, thro' brakes; Or else, unseene, with them I go, All in the nicke To play some tricke And frolicke it, with ho, ho, ho!

Sometimes I meete them like a man; Sometimes, an ox; sometimes, a hound; And to a horse I turn me can; To trip and trot about them round. But if, to ride, My backe they stride, More swift than wind away I go,