'HAT shall he have that kill'd the deer?

WH

His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home;

Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;

It was a crest ere thou wast born:

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it!

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

F

'ULL fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell.

O nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

D°

And praise God for the merry year;

When flesh is cheap and females dear,

And lusty lads roam here and there
So merrily,

And ever among so merrily.

Be

merry, be merry, my wife has all;

For women are shrews, both short and tall :

'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,

And welcome merry Shrove-tide :—