The Boare is dead,
Loe, heare is his head:
What man could have done more
Then his head of to strike,
Meleager like,
And bringe it as I doe before?
He livinge spoyled
Where good men toyled,
Which made kinde Ceres sorrye;
But now, dead and drawne,
Is very good brawne,
And we have brought it for ye.
Then sett downe the swineyard,
The foe to the vineyard,
Lett Bacchus crowne his fall;
Lett this boares-head and mustard
Stand for pigg, goose, and custard,
And so you are welcome all.
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The Boare is dead,
Loe, heare is his head:
What man could have done more
Then his head of to strike,
Meleager like,
And bringe it as I doe before?
He livinge spoyled
Where good men toyled,
Which made kinde Ceres sorrye;
But now, dead and drawne,
Is very good brawne,
And we have brought it for ye.
Then sett downe the swineyard,
The foe to the vineyard,
Lett Bacchus crowne his fall;
Lett this boares-head and mustard
Stand for pigg, goose, and custard,
And so you are welcome all.
Loe, heare is his head:
What man could have done more
Then his head of to strike,
Meleager like,
And bringe it as I doe before?
He livinge spoyled
Where good men toyled,
Which made kinde Ceres sorrye;
But now, dead and drawne,
Is very good brawne,
And we have brought it for ye.
Then sett downe the swineyard,
The foe to the vineyard,
Lett Bacchus crowne his fall;
Lett this boares-head and mustard
Stand for pigg, goose, and custard,
And so you are welcome all.