Give Way, Give Way, Ye Gates, And Win Lyrics

1. Give way, give way, ye gates, and win
An easie blessing to your bin1
And basket, by our entring in.

2. May both with manchet stand repleat,
Your larders, too, so hung with meat,
That thou a thousand, thousand eat.3

3. Yet ere twelve moones shall whirl about
Their silv'rie spheres, ther's none may doubt
But more's sent in then was serv'd out.

4. Next, may your dairies prosper so,
As that your pans no ebbe may know;
But if they do, the more to flow.

5. Like to a solemne sober stream,
Bankt with all lilies, and the cream
Of sweetest cowslips filling them.

6. Then may your plants be prest with fruit,
Nor bee or hive4 you have be mute,
But sweetly sounding like a lute.

7. Next, may your duck and teeming hen
Both to the cocks-tread say, Amen;
And for their two eggs render ten.

8. Last, may your harrows, shares, and ploughes,
Your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mowes,
All prosper by your virgin-vowes.

9. Alas! we blesse, but see none here
That brings us either ale or beere;
In a drie-house all things are neere.

10. Let's leave a longer time to wait,
Where rust and cobwebs bind the gate;
And all life here with needy fate;

11. Where chimneys do for ever weepe,
For want of warmth, and stomachs keepe
With noise the servants eyes from sleep.

12. It is in vain to sing, or stay
Our free feet here, but we'l away;
Yet to the lares this we'l say;

13. The time will come, when you'l be sad,
And reckon this for fortune bad,
T'ave lost the good ye might have had.