Hark how the Minstrels ‘gin to shrill aloud
Their merry music that resounds from far
The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Crowd
That well agree withouten breach or jar
But most of all the damsels do delight
When they their timbrels smite
And there unto do dance and carol sweet
That all the senses they do ravish quite
The whiles the boys run up and down the street
Crying aloud with strong confusèd noise
As if it were one voice
Hymen, Io Hymen, Hymen they do shout...