Songsome

Ah I my heart, / Lift up your voice; take songsome part, / And swell the chorus grand.

And when you've got this silver piece, Just order up a stein— Got to with songsome black-bird pies— The frosty stein for mine!

"Aye," said John Hampden quickly, "but he is secret and apart. Does not Robert Hedge cut as fair a stone? Is he not friendly to all? Does he not play the tambor and sing as gay and songsome as a lark?"