Poxy Boggards - Of All Jolly Pastimes lyrics

Of All Jolly Pastimes good fellows do use Bull-baiting is best, I like it to choose Of All Jolly Pastimes good fellows do use Bull-baiting is best, I like it to choose And here cometh my dog (and here cometh my dog) And hold thy own my dog (and hold thy own my dog) And then they cry bow-wow, and then they cry bow-wow And this is baiting of the bull A sport that plays it to the full Who likes it not let him go fetch And seek his game at Coleman Hetch And this is baiting of the bull A sport that plays it to the full Who likes it not let him go fetch And seek his game at Coleman Hetch Of all jolly pastimes me seemeth the best Is wooing a wench to ruffle her nest Of all jolly pastimes me seemeth the best Is wooing a wench to ruffle her nest With tears and with sighing The sooner for dying The sooner for dying With tears and with sighing The cuckold cries "cuckoo", the cuckold cries "cuckoo" And this is wooing of a maid, A sport that may not be your trade Who likes it not will die but once For all I care, let my blade blunt And this is wooing of a maid, A sport that may not be your trade Who likes it not will die but once For all I care, let my blade blunt And after all pastimes to bring us good cheer I turn then to drinking good ale and strong beer And after all pastimes to bring us good cheer We turn then to drinking good ale and strong beer A health to the butler, the scullion and sutler, My pot ever filling, and n'er a drop spilling The drunkard cries "Rival!" the drunkard cries "Rival!" And this is draining of the can A sport that pleaseth every man Who likes it not hath wits awry I'll drink his share while he goes dry And this is draining of the can A sport that pleaseth every man Who like it not hath wits awry I'll drink until the world's awry