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KIT HATH LOST HER KEY CHO: Kit hath lost her key, her key. Good Kit hath lost her key. She is so sorry for the cause She wots not what to say. She is so sorry for the cause She wots not what to say to say. Good Kit, good Kit, She is so sorry for the cause She wots not to say, to say, good Kit. Kit she wept. I asked why so That she made all this moan. She said, "Alas, I am so woe! My key is lost and gone." Kit she wept and cried on high And for her key did ask. She be height to Saint Sith a key And offered to him a key of wax. Kit, why did ye lose your key? For sooth ye were to blame. Now every man to you will say, "Kit Lose-Key is your name." And Kit she wept and cried, "Alas!" Her key she could not find. In faith I trow in bower she was With some that were not kenned. Now farewell, Kit. I can no more. I wot not what to say. But I shall pray to God therefore That you may find your key. @bawdy Late 15th century but still being sung c1568 as this song is in the Stationer's Register for that year. Spelling has been modernized. Height = in debt. Wot = know. St. Sith = the patron saint of household workers. filename[ KITKEY BO Feb07 |
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