GOLD-FINCH

AND THE

WRENNE.

The Gold-finch.

Me little Wren, I begin for to feare,
The Gardiner now will sure make us,
be gone, I le away, I will not stay here,
now all Birds doe forsake us.

The Wren.

Why, what is the matter ? why are you afraid ?
I you now be gone of the spurne ?
Are you not still follow the game you have plaid?
ke some flist to gaine a demure.

preferently, a doe, an epyt, it,
I never will leave till you ha' boted it out,
some be present there by it.

The Wren.

all your fine feathers, yet I am as fat,
d in as good liking as you,
I when you have flowne, yet kill I have fat,
fearefull to heare the Cat mew.

The Gold-finch

I you and I both have eate many a feed,
peckt up here many a graine,
the Gardiner caft in the ground to breed,
never could see it againe.

The Wren.

To matter for him so we have our food,
should we care for another ?
are for our selves and bring up our brood,
 sacrifice to our mother.

The Gold-finch.

Alacke ! doe you fec, he comes with a Gun,
It's no boot for me for to stay ;
He remembers what hurt I often have done,
Therefore I will now flye away.

The Wren.

I will onely run to the bottome of the hedge,
And there I will lye and be quiet,
If any doe drinke to me I will pledge,
And content me as others doe lyer.

To be charged with powder and shot,
They kill and batter, and make the fleh bleed,
This powder's a pittifull plot.
But whither's he flownne ? will he come no w or morn
Into this garden againe i
In woods, or in medowes or barnes will he rore
Or will he abide in some lane :
But yet for all that I could now with that I
Were gone too, but now 'tis too late,
Because I doe feare he will me epy,
And give me a shot at my pate:
However, Ile hide me as well as I can,
And be as still as I may,
It may be the storme will be over an an,
Then againe to the spoile I le away.

FINIS.

Printed in the yeare 1641-