Thomas Weelkes - Jockey thine horn pipes dull

Jockey, thine horn pipes dull
Give wind man at full
Fie upon such a sad gul
Like an hoody doody
All too moody
Toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker
Ile tread it the quicker:

Darite growes so grave
I may not her have:
In a round when I do crave
With hoop sir hoy day
O you hurt me toodle, toodle
Pipe it up thicker
Ile tread it the quicker:
Then if the chance to glance in
Give us two roome to dance in
Like an hoody doody
All too moody
Toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker
Ile tread it the quicker:

Why then about it roundly
And I will foot it soundly
Ile take my steps the shorter
As if I trampled morter

Set me thy worke by
And come to me smurkly
And I will foot it soundly
Ile take my steps the shorter
As if I trampled morter

Though my green jerkin bare is
Us two to all the parish
And I will foot it soundly
Ile take my steps the shorter
As if I trampled morter