Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallows-tree.
-- John Fletcher (1576-1625)
-- The Bloody Brother, Act iii, Sc. 2
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallows-tree.
-- John Fletcher (1576-1625)
-- The Bloody Brother, Act iii, Sc. 2
Related:
- Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it does run over,
Tonight we will all merry be -- tomorrow we'll get... - O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of... - The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of... - I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.... - And he that will to bed go sober
Falls with the leaf still in October.
John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Bloody Brother, Act... - Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow;
You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.
John Fletcher (1576-1625) -- The Bloody Brother, Act... - A man of my kidney.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.... - As good luck would have it.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.... - Happy man be his dole!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc....
