Dance of Death (Hawking for the Partridge)
Britten, Benjamin
Whurret! Duty Beauty
Quando Timble
Travel Trover
Jew Damsel
Hey dogs hey! Ware haunt hay!
Sith sickles and the shearing scythe
Hath shorn the fields of late,
Now shall our hawks and we be blithe,
Dame Partridge ware your pate!
Our murdering kites
In all their flights
Will seld or never miss
To truss you ever and make your bale our bliss.
Whurret! Wanton Sugar Mistress
Semster Faver Minx
Callis Dover Sant
Dancer Jerker Quoy
Whurret! Tricker Crafty Minion
Dido Civil Lemmon
Cherry Carver Courtier
Stately Ruler German let fly!
O well flown, eager kite, mark!
We falconers thus make sullen kites
Yield pleasure fit for kings,
And sport with them in those delights,
And oft in other things.