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The Grey Hawk 
The Grey Hawk 
Once I had a hawk, and a pretty grey hawk She came and she went at request; I loved her so well and so very very well In my bosom she builded her nest, my brave boys In my bosom she builded her nest. 
Then I got a bell and tied to her foot Thinking that she was my own But she's taken a flight and gone away quite And there's nobody knows where she's gone, my brave boys And there's nobody knows where she's gone. 
Then it's up streets I walk and down streets I run Like one that is troubled in mind l whooped and I hoed and I shouted aloud But my little bird I could not find, my brave boys But my little bird I could not find. It's up the green meadows I walk And down the green meadows I run And there I did spy my pretty grey hawk She was close by the side of a man, my brave boys She was close by the side of a man. 
He that hath got her, so e'en let him keep her And make the best of her he can For whether I have her or whether I do not I will hawk with her still now and then, my brave boys I will hawk with her still now and then. 
Happy is he that hath got a good wife And blessed is he that's got none Cursed is he that courteth another's And hath a good wife of his own, my brave boys And hath a good wife of his own. 
From Seeds of Love, Sedley