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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6 + +Author: Various + +Editor: Thomas d'Urfey + +Release Date: September 21, 2008 [EBook #26679] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WIT AND MIRTH, VOL. 5 OF 6 *** + + + + +Produced by David Newman, Linda Cantoni, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. Music +transcribed by Linda Cantoni. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="notes"> +<p class="center"><i>Transcriber’s Note</i></p> + +<p>This e-book is volume 5 of Thomas D’Urfey’s <i>Wit and Mirth: Or Pills +to Purge Melancholy</i>, published in six volumes in 1719-20 by J. +Tonson, London. It was prepared from a 1959 facsimile reprint by +Folklore Library Publishers, Inc., New York, of an 1876 reprint +(publisher unidentified).</p> + +<p>The 1719-20 edition was published in two issues. The first issue was +published under the title <i>Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive</i>; +the second, under the <i>Wit and Mirth</i> title. The 1876 reprint +apparently used a combination of the two issues, and volume 5 bears +the <i>Songs Compleat</i> title. Moreover, the 1876 reprint was not an +exact facsimile of the 1719-20 edition, as the typography and music +notation were modernized. For more information on the various +editions, see Cyrus L. Day, “Pills to Purge Melancholy,” <i>The Review +of English Studies</i>, Vol. 8, No. 30 (Apr. 1932), pp. 177-184, +available at http://www.jstor.org/stable/508831 (login required).</p> + +<p>Midi files have been provided for the songs in this e-book. To hear a +song, click on the [Listen] link. Lyrics within the music notation are +set forth in text below the music images.</p> + +<p>Archaic and inconsistent spellings and hyphenation have been preserved +as they appear in the original, except that “VV” is rendered as “W.” +The original order of titles in the <a href="#contents">Alphabetical Table</a> has also been +preserved. Obvious printer errors in both text and music have been corrected.</p> + +<p>Some words in the <a href="#Page_1">first song</a> are rendered in the original in blackletter font. They are +rendered here in <i><b>bold italics</b></i>.</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> + + + + +<div class="bbox"> +<h1><span class="sm">WIT and MIRTH:</span><br /> +<span class="xsm">OR</span><br /> +PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY</h1> + + +<h2 style="padding-bottom: 2em;"><span class="sm">EDITED BY</span><br /> +THOMAS D’URFEY</h2> + +<h3 style="padding-bottom: 2em;"> +IN SIX VOLUMES<br /> +VOLUME V</h3> + + +<p class="center"> +<b>FOLKLORE LIBRARY PUBLISHERS, INC.</b><br /> +NEW YORK<br /> +1959<br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="sm"><i>This edition is a facsimile reproduction<br /> +of the 1876 reprint of<br /> +the original edition of 1719-1720.</i></span> +</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="sm">Copyright © 1959</span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="sm"><span class="smcap">Printed in the U.S.A.</span><br /> +by Noble Offset Printers, Inc.<br /> +New York 3, New York</span> +</p> +</div> + + +<p class="border" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;"> +<img src="images/title.jpg" width="301" height="566" alt="title page" title="title page" /> +</p> + +<div class="bboxn"> +<h1><span class="gespn"><span class="smcap">Songs</span></span> Compleat,</h1> + +<h2>Pleasant and Divertive;</h2> + +<h3>SET TO</h3> + +<h1><span class="gespxlg">MUSICK</span></h1> + +<h3>By Dr. <span class="smcap">John Blow</span>, Mr. <span class="smcap">Henry Purcell</span>, +and other Excellent Masters of the Town.</h3> + +<div class="blockw"> +<p class="hang"><span class="lg"><b>Ending with some <span class="smcap">Orations</span>, made and +spoken by me several times upon the +<span class="smcap">Publick Stage</span> in the <span class="smcap">Theater</span>. Together +with some Copies of <span class="smcap">Verses</span>, <span class="smcap">Prologues</span>, +and <span class="smcap">Epilogues</span>, as well as for my +own <span class="smcap">Plays</span> as those of other Poets, being +all Humerous and Comical.</b></span> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class="nbp" /> +<h2>VOL. V.</h2> +<hr class="ntp" /> + +<p class="center"><span class="gesplg"><span class="bl">LONDON:</span></span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class="hang"><b>Printed by <i>W. Pearson</i>, for <i>J. Tonson</i>, at +<span class="smcap">Shakespear’s</span> Head, against <i>Catherine</i> +Street in the <i>Strand</i>, 1719.</b> +</p> +</div> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line001.png" width="539" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h1 style="padding-bottom: 1em;"><a name="contents" id="contents"></a><span class="gespsm">AN</span><br /> +<br /> +Alphabetical<span class="gesperrt"> TABLE</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="gespsm">OF THE</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="gesperrt">SONGS</span> and<span class="gesperrt"> POEMS</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="sm">Contain’d in this</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="gespxlg">BOOK.</span></h1> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="contents"> +<tr><td> </td><td class="right">Page</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center"><b>A</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">A</span><i>LL Christians and</i> Lay-Elders <i>too</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>As I went by an Hospital</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Shepherd kept Sheep on a</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>As I was a walking under a Grove</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Councel grave our King did hold</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Heroe of no small Renown</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>As the Fryer he went along</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Bonny Lad came to the Court</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Pox on those Fools, who exclaim</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Amongst the pure ones all</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>As Oyster</i> Nan <i>stood by her Tub</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Ah!</i> Cælia <i>how can you be</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Are you grown so Melancholy</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>As</i> Collin <i>went from his Sheep</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Wife I do hate</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Thousand several ways I try’d</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A</i> Whig <i>that’s full</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_207">207</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>As</i> Cupid <i>roguishly one Day</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>A Young Man sick and like to die</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>At Noon in a sultry Summer’s Day</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_282">282</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Ah! how lovely sweet and dear</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Advance, advance, advance gay</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Ah! foolish Lass, what mun I do</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>B</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">B</span><i>Old impudent</i> Fuller <i>invented</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>By Moon-light on the Green</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Bonny</i> Peggy Ramsey <i>that any</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>By shady Woods and purling</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Belinda! <i>why do you distrust</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_213">213</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Born to surprize the World</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_250">250</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Bring out your Coney-Skins</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Bonny</i> Scottish <i>Lads that keens</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_326">326</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>C</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">C</span><i>Ome bring us Wine in Plenty</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Come pretty Birds present your</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Come fill up the Bowl with</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Cease lovely</i> Strephon, <i>cease to</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Cease whining</i> Damon <i>to complain</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_202">202</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Cælia <i>my Heart has often rang’d</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Corinna, <i>if my Fate’s to love you</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Cælia’s <i>Charms are past expressing</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Come Beaus, Virtuoso’s, rich Heirs</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Cease, cease of</i> Cupid <i>to complain</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Come, come ye Nymphs</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Chloe <i>blush’d, and frown’d, and swore</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_345">345</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Cælia <i>hence with Affectation</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_350">350</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>D</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">D</span><i>ID you not hear of a gallant</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Divine</i> Astrea <i>hither flew</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Draw</i> Cupid <i>draw, and make</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Damon <i>if you will believe me</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_327">327</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Drunk I was last Night that’s</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_329">329</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Delia <i>tir’d</i> Strephon <i>with her</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_343">343</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>F</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">F</span><i>Air</i> Cælia <i>too fondly contemns</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Fly</i> Damon <i>fly, ’tis Death to stay</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Fear not Mortal, none shall harm</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_248">248</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Farewel ungrateful Traytor</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_335">335</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>G</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">G</span>Ilderoy <i>was a bonny Boy</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Good Neighbour why do you</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>H</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">H</span><i>OW now Sister</i> Betteris, <i>why look</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Heaven first created Woman to</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Hears not my</i> Phillis <i>how</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>How happy’s the Mortal whose</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>He himself courts his own Ruin</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>How happy and free is the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_193">193</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>How charming</i> Phillis <i>is</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Hither turn thee, hither turn thee</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Here lies</i> William de Valence,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Ho my dear Joy, now what dost</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Here’s a Health to the Tackers</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Here are People and Sports of</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Hark! now the Drums beat up again</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>How often have I curs’d that sable Deceit</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_352">352</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>I</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">I</span><i>Am a young Lass of</i> Lynn,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>I am a jovial Cobler bold and</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>It was a Rich Merchant Man</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>If Sorrow the Tyrant invade</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>In the pleasant Month of</i> May,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>It was a happy Golden Day</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>I prithee send me back my Heart</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>In</i> Chloris <i>all soft Charms agree</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>I lik’d, but never lov’d before</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Iris <i>beware when</i> Strephon <i>pursues</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>I am one in whom Nature has</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>In vain, in vain, the God I ask</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>In the Devil’s Country there</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>In elder Time, there was of</i> Yore,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Ianthia <i>the lovely, the Joy of</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Jockey <i>met with</i> Jenny <i>fair</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_317">317</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>I met with the Devil in the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_330">330</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Jilting is in such a Fashion</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_333">333</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Jockey <i>loves his</i> Moggy <i>dearly</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_341">341</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>L</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">L</span><i>ET the Females attend</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Let’s be jolly, fill our Glasses</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Let’s sing of Stage-Coaches</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Last</i> Christmas <i>’twas my chance</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Lately as thorough the fair</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Let Soldiers fight for Pay and Praise</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Long had</i> Damon <i>been admir’d</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td>Laurinda, <i>who did love Disdain</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Let Ambition fire thy Mind</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_205">205</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Long was the Day e’er</i> Alexis,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Let’s be merry, blith and jolly</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_337">337</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>M</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">M</span><i>Y Friend if you would understand</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Marriage it seems is for better</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_272">272</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>N</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">N</span><i>O more let</i> Damon’s <i>Eyes pursue</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Nay pish, nay pish, nay pish Sir</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_305">305</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>No, no every Morning my</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_323">323</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Now my Freedom’s regain’d</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>No</i>, Phillis, <i>tho’ you’ve all the Charms</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_338">338</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Now to you ye dry Wooers</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_340">340</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>O</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">O</span><i>Nce more to these Arms my</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>One Night in my Ramble I</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Oh! let no Eyes be dry</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Old</i> Lewis le Grand, <i>he raves like</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Of old Soldiers, the Song you</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Of late in the Park a fair Fancy</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Oh! how you protest and solemnly</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_316">316</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>P</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">P</span>Hilander <i>and</i> Sylvia, <i>a gentle</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Poor</i> Jenny <i>and I we toiled</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Pretty</i> Floramel, <i>no Tongue can</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Plague us not with idle Stories</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Poor</i> Mountfort <i>is gone, and the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_244">244</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Pretty Parrot say, when I was</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_280">280</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>S</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">S</span><i>Tate and Ambition, all Joy to</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Stay, stay, shut the Gates</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Slaves to</i> London <i>I’ll deceive you</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>See how fair and fine she lies</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_252">252</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Since</i> Cælia <i>only has the Art</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_286">286</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Some brag of their</i> Chloris,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>See, Sirs, see here! a Doctor rare</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_311">311</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Swain thy hopeless Passion smother</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_344">344</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>T</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">T</span><i>Here was an old Woman liv’d</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>The Suburbs is a fine Place</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There can be no Glad man</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Then</i> Jockey <i>wou’d a wooing away</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There was a Lass of</i> Islington,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There was a Lord of worthy Fame</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There was a Jovial Tinker</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There is a fine Doctor now come</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There was a Knight and he</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Think wretched Mortal, think</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>To the Wars I must alass</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Though the Pride of my Passion fair</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Tell me ye</i> Sicilian <i>Swains</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>To the Grove, gentle Love, let</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Tell me no more of Flames in</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Tho’ Fortune and Love may be</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>That little Patch upon your Face</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Tho’ over all Mankind, besides my</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>There lives an Ale-draper near</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>The Caffalier was gone, and the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>The</i> Devil <i>he pull’d off his Jacket</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_278">278</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>The Jolly, Jolly Breeze</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_347">347</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>The Jolly, Jolly Bowl</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_347">ib.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>U</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">U</span><i>Pon a Holiday, when Nymphs</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>W</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">W</span><i>Here gott’st thou the</i> Haver-mill,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When first</i> Mardyke <i>was made</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When Maids live to Thirty, yet never</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>What Life can compare, with the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>With my Strings of small Wire</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When that young</i> Damon <i>bless’d</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Would you be a Man in Fashion</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When first I fair</i> Celinda <i>knew</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When busy Fame o’er all the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Why am I the only Creature</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Where would coy</i> Amyntas <i>run</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When gay</i> Philander <i>left the Plain</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When first</i> Amyntas <i>charmed my</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Why so pale and wan fond Lover</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When I languish’d and wish’d you</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When first I saw her charming Face</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>While the Love is thinking</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>When</i> Jemmy <i>first began to love</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_332">332</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" class="center" style="padding-top: 1em"><b>Y</b></td></tr> +<tr><td><span class="dropcap">Y</span><i>OU Master Colours pray</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Ye brave Boys and Tars</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Young</i> Coridon <i>and</i> Phillis,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Your Hay it is mow’d, and your</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>You happy Youths, whose Hearts</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>Young Ladies that live in the</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>You I love by all that’s true</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_336">336</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><i>You’ve been with dull Prologues</i>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_349">349</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco001.png" width="217" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">1</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line002.png" width="545" height="103" alt="" title="" /> +</p> +<h1><span class="gesperrt"><span class="smcap">Songs</span></span> Compleat,</h1> + +<h2>Pleasant and Divertive, &c.</h2> + +<hr class="nbp" /> +<h3>VOL. V.</h3> +<hr class="ntp" /> + + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Four-Legg’d Elder</span>: <i>Or a Horrible<br /> +Relation of a</i> <span class="smcap">Dog</span> <i>and an</i> +Elder’s <span class="smcap">Maid</span>.</h2> + + +<h3><i>By Sir</i> John Burtonhead.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music001.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music001.png" width="554" height="193" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<img src="images/capa.png" width="105" height="107" alt="A" title="A" class="floatl" /> +LL Christians and <i>Lay-Elders</i> too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Shame amend your Lives;</span><br /> +I’ll tell you of a Dog-trick now,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which much concerns you Wives:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">2</a></span>An <i>Elder’s</i> Maid near <i>Temple-Bar</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Ah! what a Quean was she?)</span><br /> +Did take an ugly Mastiff Cur,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Christians use to be.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons, House of Peers,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Oh now or never help!</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Th’ Assembly hath not sat Four Years,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Yet hath brought forth a Whelp.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +One Evening late she stept aside,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretending to fetch Eggs;</span><br /> +And there she made her self a Bride,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To one that had four Legs:</span><br /> +Her Master heard a Rumblement,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wonder she did tarry;</span><br /> +Not dreaming (without his consent)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Dog would ever Marry.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +He went to peep, but was afraid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hastily did run,</span><br /> +To fetch a Staff to help his Maid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not knowing what was done:</span><br /> +He took his <i>Ruling Elders</i> Cane,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cry’d out <i>help, help, here</i>;</span><br /> +For <i>Swash</i> our Mastiff, and poor <i>Jane</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are now fight Dog, fight Bear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +But when he came he was full sorry,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he perceiv’d their Strife;</span><br /> +That according to the <i>Directory</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They Two were Dog and Wife:</span><br /> +Ah! (then said he) thou cruel Quean,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why hast thou me beguil’d?</span><br /> +I wonder <i>Swash</i> was grown so lean,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor Dog he’s almost spoil’d.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +I thought thou hadst no Carnal Sense,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what’s in our Lasses:</span><br /> +And could have quench’d thy Cupiscence,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">According to the <i>Classes</i>:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</a></span>But all the Parish see it plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since thou art in this pickle;</span><br /> +Thou art an <span class="bl">Independent</span> Quean,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lov’st a <span class="bl">Conventicle</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas now each <i>Malignant</i> Rogue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will all the World perswade;</span><br /> +That she that’s Spouse unto a Dog,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May be an <i>Elder’s</i> Maid:</span><br /> +They’ll jeer us if abroad we stir,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good Master <i>Elder</i> stay;</span><br /> +Sir, of what <i>Classis</i> is your Cur?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then what can we say?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +They’ll many graceless Ballads sing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a <span class="bl">Presbyterian</span>;</span><br /> +That a <i>Lay Elder</i> is a thing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made up half Dog, half Man:</span><br /> +Out, out, said he, (and smote her down)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was Mankind grown so scant?</span><br /> +There’s scarce another Dog in Town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had took the <span class="bl">Covenant</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Swash</i> began to look full grim,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Jane</i> did thus reply;</span><br /> +Sir, you thought nought too good for him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You fed your Dog too high:</span><br /> +’Tis true he took me in the lurch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leap’d into my Arms;</span><br /> +But (as I hope to come at Church)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I did your Dog no harm.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then she was brought to <i>Newgate</i> Gaol,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there was Naked stripp’d;</span><br /> +They whipp’d her till the Cords did fail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Dogs us’d to be whipp’d:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</a></span>Poor City Maids shed many a Tear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she was lash’d and bang’d;</span><br /> +And had she been a <i>Cavalier</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely she had been hang’d.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hers was but <i>Fornication</i> found,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For which she felt the Lash:</span><br /> +But his was <i>Bugg’ry</i> presum’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Therefore they hanged <i>Swash</i>:</span><br /> +What will become of <i>Bishops</i> then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or <i>Independency</i>?</span><br /> +For now we find both Dogs and Men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stand up for <span class="bl">Presbytry</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +She might have took a <i>Sow-gelder</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With <i>Synod-men</i> good store,</span><br /> +But she would have a <i>Lay-Elder</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Two Legs and Two more:</span><br /> +Go tell the <i>Assembly</i> of Divines,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell Adoniram blue;</span><br /> +Tell <i>Burgess</i>, <i>Marshall</i>, <i>Case</i> and <i>Vines</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell <i>Now-and-Anon</i> too.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Some say she was a <i>Scottish</i> Girl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else (at least) a Witch;</span><br /> +But she was born in <i>Colchester</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was ever such a Bitch:</span><br /> +Take heed all Christian Virgins now,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <i>Dog-Star</i> now prevails;</span><br /> +Ladys beware your Monkeys too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Monkeys have long Tails.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bless <i>King</i> and <i>Queen</i>, and send us Peace,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As we had Seven Years since:</span><br /> +For we remember no <i>Dog-days</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While we enjoy’d our Prince:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span>Bless sweet Prince <i>Charles</i>, Two <i>Dukes</i>, Three Girls,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord save his <i>Majesty</i>;</span><br /> +Grant that his <i>Commons</i>, <i>Lords</i>, and <i>Earls</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May lead such lives as <i>He</i>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Help House of Commons</i>, &c.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line003.png" width="551" height="28" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>Plain Proof Ruin’d:<br /> +Or, a Grand</i><span class="gespn"> CHEAT</span> <i>Discover’d.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music002.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music002.png" width="560" height="431" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>Old Impudent <i>Fuller</i> invented a Plot,<br /> +And all to discover the Devil knows what;<br /> +About a young Bantling strangely begot.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +The better to cheat both the Fools and the Wise,<br /> +He Impos’d on a Nation a Hundred of Lies;<br /> +That none but a Knight of the Post could devise.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span>He tells us he had the Honour to peep,<br /> +In the Warming-pan where the <i>Welch</i> Infant did sleep;<br /> +And found out a Plot which was Damnable deep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can believe.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Then to the Wise Senate he suddenly went,<br /> +Where he told all the Lies that he then could invent,<br /> +For which he was Voted a Rogue by consent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +And tho’ he was Punish’d for that his Offence,<br /> +He has almost forgot it, it was so long since,<br /> +Therefore the whole Game he began to Commence,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Then he to the Lords his bold Letters did send,<br /> +And told the high Peers, that the Plot he could mend,<br /> +And make it as plain, as he first did pretend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +He told them his Witnesses were mighty Men,<br /> +That wou’d come to the Town, tho’ the Devil knows when,<br /> +And make <i>William Fuller</i> once famous agen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +The Lords they were Generous, Noble and Kind,<br /> +And allowed him Freedom his ’Squires to find,<br /> +The which he will do when the Devil is Blind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +So the Peers they declared him a scandalous Sot,<br /> +And none thinks him fit to manage a Plot,<br /> +If <i>Newgate</i> and <i>Tyburn</i> does fall to his Lot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>There’s no Body will deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +They gave him no more time than himself did require,<br /> +To find out his <i>Jones</i> and the wandering ’Squire,<br /> +But the time being come, they were never the nigher,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span>The brave House of <i>Commons</i> next for him did send,<br /> +To hear what the Block-headly Fool wou’d pretend,<br /> +Who humbly request, that they wou’d him befriend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +One day he declar’d they were near <i>London</i> Town,<br /> +But the very next Day into <i>Wales</i> they were flown,<br /> +Such nimble Heel’d Witnessess never were known,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +When being Examin’d about his sham Plot,<br /> +He answer’d as though he had minded them not,<br /> +Perhaps the Young Rogue had his Lesson forgot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +But after some Study and impudent Tales,<br /> +Ask’d for a Commission to march into <i>Wales</i>,<br /> +And be Chang’d to a Herse, as Rogues goes to Gaols,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +But seeing his Impudence still to abound,<br /> +To go search for the Men who were not to be found,<br /> +They immediately sent him back to <i>Fleet</i> Pound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +From the <i>Fleet</i> to the Cart may he quickly advance<br /> +To learn the true Steps of old <i>Oates’s</i> New Dance,<br /> +And something beside, or it is a great Chance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +He has made it a Trade to be doing of Wrong,<br /> +In Swearing, and Lying, and Cheating so long,<br /> +For all his Life time, he’s been at it ding dong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Welch Taffy</i> he raves and crys Splutterdenails,<br /> +He’s abused hur Highness with Lies and with Tales,<br /> +Hur will hang hur if e’er hur can catch hur in <i>Wales</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body will deny.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Woman Warrior.</i></h2> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class="hang"><b><span class="lg"><i>Who liv’d in</i> <span class="smcap">Cow-cross</span> <i>near</i> <span class="smcap">West-Smithfield</span>; <i>who changing her +Apparrel, entered her self on Board in Quality of a Soldier, and +sailed to</i> <span class="smcap">Ireland</span>, <i>where she Valiantly behaved her self, +particularly at the Siege of</i> <span class="smcap">Cork</span>, <i>where she lost her Toes, and +received a Mortal Wound in her Body, of which she since Died in her +return to</i> <span class="smcap">London</span>.</span></b></p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music003.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music003.png" width="559" height="404" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>Et the Females attend,<br /> +To the Lines which are penn’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For here I shall give a Relation;</span><br /> +Of a Young marry’d Wife,<br /> +Who did venture her Life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a Soldier, a Soldier she went from the Nation.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span>She her Husband did leave,<br /> +And did likewise receive<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Arms, and on Board she did enter;</span><br /> +And right valiantly went,<br /> +With a Resolution bent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the Ocean, the Ocean her Life there to venture.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yet of all the Ships Crew,<br /> +Not a Seaman that knew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They then had a Woman so near ’em;</span><br /> +On the Ocean so deep,<br /> +She her Council did keep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ay, and therefore, and therefore she never did fear ’em.</span><br /> +<br /> +She was valiant and bold,<br /> +And would not be controul’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By any that dare to offend her;</span><br /> +If a Quarrel arose,<br /> +She would give him dry Blows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Captain, the Captain did highly commend her.</span><br /> +<br /> +For he took her to be,<br /> +Then of no mean Degree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Gentleman’s Son or a ’Squire;</span><br /> +With a Hand white and fair,<br /> +There was none could compare,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which the Captain, the Captain did often admire.</span><br /> +<br /> +On the <i>Irish</i> Shore,<br /> +Where the Cannons did roar,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With many stout Lads she was landed;</span><br /> +There her Life to expose,<br /> +She lost two of her Toes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in Battle, in Battle was daily commended.</span><br /> +<br /> +Under <i>Grafton</i> she fought,<br /> +Like a brave Hero stout,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made the proud Tories retire;</span><br /> +She in Field did appear,<br /> +With a Heart void of Fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she bravely, she bravely did charge and give fire.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span>While the battering Balls,<br /> +Did assault the strong Walls,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of <i>Cork</i> and the sweet Trumpets sounded;</span><br /> +She did bravely advance,<br /> +Where by unhappy Chance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This young Female, young Female alass she was wounded.</span><br /> +<br /> +At the End of the Fray,<br /> +Still she languishing lay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then over the Ocean they brought her;</span><br /> +To her own Native Shore,<br /> +Now they ne’er knew before,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That a Woman, a Woman had been in that Slaughter.</span><br /> +<br /> +What she long had conceal’d,<br /> +Now at length she reveal’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That she was a Woman that ventur’d;</span><br /> +Then to <i>London</i> with care,<br /> +She did straitways repair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But she dy’d, oh she dy’d e’er the City she enter’d.</span><br /> +<br /> +When her Parents beheld,<br /> +They with Sorrow was fill’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For why they did dearly adore her:</span><br /> +In her Grave now she lies,<br /> +’Tis not watery Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No nor Sighing, nor Sighing that e’er can restore her.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco002.png" width="122" height="184" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A Medly, Compos’d out of several</i> SONGS.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music004.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music004.png" width="553" height="504" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>Tate and Ambition, all Joy to great <i>Cæsar</i>,<br /> +<i>Sawney</i> shall ne’er be my Colly my Cow;<br /> +All Hail to the Shades, all Joy to the Bridegroom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And call upon <i>Dobbin</i> with Hi, Je, ho.</span><br /> +Remember ye Whigs, what was formerly done;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Jenny</i> come tye my bonny Cravat,</span><br /> +If I live to grow old for I find I go down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I cannot come every Day to Wooe.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Jove</i> in his Throne was a Fumbler, <i>Tom Farthing</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Jockey</i> and <i>Jenny</i> together did lie;</span><br /> +Oh Mother <i>Roger</i>: Boys, fill us a Bumper,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For why will ye die my poor <i>Cælia</i>, ah why?</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span>Hark! how thundring Cannons do roar,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ladies of <i>London</i> both wealthy and fair;</span><br /> +<i>Charon</i> make hast and Ferry me over,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lilli burlero bullen a lah.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Chloris</i> awake, Four-pence-half-penny-farthing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give me the Lass that is true Country bred;</span><br /> +Like <i>John</i> of <i>Gaunt</i> I walk in <i>Covent-Garden</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am a Maid and a very good Maid:</span><br /> +Twa bonny Lads was <i>Sawney</i> and <i>Jockey</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Delights of the Bottle and Charms of good Wine;</span><br /> +Wading the Water so deep my sweet <i>Moggy</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cold and Raw, let it run in the right Line.</span><br /> +<br /> +Old <i>Obadiah</i> sings <i>Ave-Maria</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing Lulla-by-Baby with a Dildo;</span><br /> +The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now this is my Love d’y’ like her ho?</span><br /> +Old <i>Charon</i> thus preached to his Pupil <i>Achilles</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And under this Stone here lies <i>Gabriel John</i>;</span><br /> +Happy was I at the fight of Fair <i>Phillis</i>,<br /> +What should a Young Woman do with an old Man?<br /> +<br /> +There’s old Father <i>Peters</i> with his Romish Creatures,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old Woman sold Pudding and Pies,</span><br /> +Cannons with Thunder shall fill them with Wonder,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I once lov’d a Lass that had bright rowling Eyes:</span><br /> +There’s my Maid <i>Mary</i>, she does mind her Dairy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I took to my Heels and away I did run;</span><br /> +And bids him prepare to be happy to Morrow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alass! I don’t know the right end of a Gun.</span><br /> +<br /> +My Life and Death does lye both in your Power,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every Man to his Mind, <i>Shrewsbury</i> for me;</span><br /> +On the Bank of a Brook as I sat Fishing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I Die a Maid and never Married be:</span><br /> +Uds bobs let <i>Oliver</i> now be forgotten,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Joan</i> is as good as my Lady in the Dark;</span><br /> +Cuckolds are Christians Boys all the World over,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here’s a full Bumper to <i>Robin John Clark</i>.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Trooper</span> <i>Watering his</i> <span class="smcap">Nagg</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music005.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music005.png" width="555" height="329" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>Here was an old Woman liv’d under a Hill,<br /> +Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;<br /> +She had good Beer and Ale for to sell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, had she so, had she so, had she so;</span><br /> +She had a Daughter her name was <i>Siss</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;</span><br /> +She kept her at Home for to welcome her Guest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, did she so, did she so, did she so.</span><br /> +<br /> +There came a Trooper riding by,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +He call’d for Drink most plentifully,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, did he so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +When one Pot was out he call’d for another,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +He kiss’d the Daughter before the Mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, did he so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +And when Night came on to Bed they went,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +It was with the Mother’s own Consent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, was it so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span>Quoth she what is this so stiff and warm,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +’Tis Ball my Nag he will do you no harm,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, wont he so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +But what is this hangs under his Chin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +’Tis the Bag he puts his Provender in,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, is it so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +Quoth he what is this? Quoth she ’tis a Well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +Where Ball your Nag may drink his fill,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, may he so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +But what if my Nag should chance to slip in,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +Then catch hold of the Grass that grows on the brim,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, must I so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +But what if the Grass should chance to fail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing trolly, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +Shove him in by the Head, pull him out by the Tail,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ho, ho, must I so, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line004.png" width="554" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A Trip to the</i> Jubilee. <i>The Tune by Mr.</i> R. Loe.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music006.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music006a.png" width="555" height="293" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music006b.png" width="558" height="334" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>Ome bring us Wine in plenty,<br /> +We’ve Money enough to spend;<br /> +I hate to see the Pots empty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Man cannot Drink to’s Friend:</span><br /> +Then drawer bring up more Wine,<br /> +And merrily let it pass;<br /> +We’ll drink till our Faces do shine,<br /> +He that wont may look like an Ass:<br /> +And we’ll tell him so to his Face,<br /> +If he offers to baulk his Glass,<br /> +For we defy all such dull Society.<br /> +<br /> +’Tis drinking makes us merry,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Mirth diverts all Care;</span><br /> +A Song of hey down derry,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is better than heavy Air:</span><br /> +Make ready quickly my Boys,<br /> +And fill up your Glasses higher;<br /> +For we’ll present with Huzzas,<br /> +And merrily all give fire;<br /> +Since drinking’s our desire,<br /> +And friendship we admire,<br /> +For here we’ll stay, ne’er call Drawer what’s to pay.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Good Fellow</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music007.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music007.png" width="554" height="432" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>Et’s be jolly, fill our Glasses,<br /> +Madness ’tis for us to think,<br /> +How the World is rul’d by Asses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That o’ersway the Wise with Chink:</span><br /> +Let not such vain Thoughts oppress us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Riches prove to them a Snare;</span><br /> +We are all as rich as <i>Crœsus</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drink your Glasses, take no care.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wine will make us fresh as Roses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And our Sorrows all forgot;</span><br /> +Let us fuddle well our Noses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drink ourselves quite out of Debt:</span><br /> +When grim Death is looking for us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whilst we’re singing o’er our Bowls;</span><br /> +<i>Bacchus</i> joyning in our Chorus,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Death depart, here’s none but Souls.</span></p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span></p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Jockey’s</span> <i>Escape from</i> DUNDEE; <i>and the<br /> +Parsons Daughter whom he had Mow’d.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music008.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music008.png" width="557" height="608" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Here gott’st thou the <i>Haver-mill bonack</i>?<br /> +Blind Booby can’st thou not see;<br /> +Ise got it out of the <i>Scotch-man’s</i> Wallet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he lig lousing him under a Tree:</span><br /> +<i>Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,</i><br /> +<i>Come Saddle my Horse, and call up my Man;</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Come open the Gates, and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And shew me the way to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span>For I have neither robbed nor stole,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor have I done any injury;</span><br /> +But I have gotten a Fair Maid with Child,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Minister’s Daughter of bonny <i>Dundee</i>:</span><br /> +<i>Come fill up my Cup, come fill up my Can,</i><br /> +<i>Come saddle my Horse and call up my Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Come open the Gates and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Ise gang no more to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +Altho’ Ise gotten her Maiden-head,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Geud feth Ise given her mine in lieu;</span><br /> +For when at her Daddy’s Ise gang to Bed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ise mow’d her without any more to do?</span><br /> +Ise cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss,<br /> +Pray tell now where is the harm of this,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then open the Gates and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Ise gang no more to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +All <i>Scotland</i> ne’er afforded a Lass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So bonny and blith as <i>Jenny</i> my dear;</span><br /> +Ise gave her a Gown of Green on the Grass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now Ise no longer must tarry here:</span><br /> +Then saddle my Nag that’s bonny and gay,<br /> +For now it is time to gang hence away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then open the Gates and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s ken me no more to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +In Liberty still I reckon to Reign,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For why I have done no honest Man wrong;</span><br /> +The Parson may take his Daughter again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For she’ll be a Mammy before it is long:</span><br /> +And have a young Lad or Lass of my breed,<br /> +Ise think I have done her a generous deed;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then open the Gates and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For Ise gang no more to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +Since <i>Jenny</i> the Fair was willing and kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And came to my Arms with a ready good will;</span><br /> +A token of love Ise left her behind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus I have requited her kindness still:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span>Tho’ <i>Jenny</i> the Fair I often had mow’d,<br /> +Another may reap the harvest I sow’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then open the Gates and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s ken me no more to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her Daddy would have me to make her my Bride,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But have and to hold I ne’er could endure;</span><br /> +From bonny <i>Dundee</i> this Day I will ride,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It being a place not safe and secure:</span><br /> +Then <i>Jenny</i> farewel my Joy and my dear,<br /> +With Sword in my Hand the passage I’se clear;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then open the Gates and let me go free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For Ise gang no more to Bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +My Father he is a muckle good Leard,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Mother a Lady bonny and gay;</span><br /> +Then while I have strength to handle a Sweard,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Parson’s request Ise never obey:</span><br /> +Then <i>Sawny</i> my Man be thou of my Mind,<br /> +In bonny <i>Dundee</i> we’se ne’er be confin’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The Gates we will force to set ourselves free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And never come more to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +The <i>Sawny</i> reply’d Ise never refuse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fight for a Leard so valiant and bold;</span><br /> +While I have a drop of Blood for to lose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E’er any fickle Loon shall keep us in hold:</span><br /> +This Sweard in my Hand I’ll valiantly weild,<br /> +And fight by your side to kill or be kill’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For forcing the Gates and set ourselves free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And so bid adieu to bonny</i> Dundee.</span><br /> +<br /> +With Sweard ready drawn they rid to the Gate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where being denied an Entrance thro’</span><br /> +The Master and Man they fought at that rate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That some ran away, and others they slew:</span><br /> +Thus <i>Jockey</i> the Leard and <i>Sawny</i> the Man,<br /> +They valiantly fought as Highlanders can,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>In spight of the Loons they set themselves free,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And so bid adieu to bonny</i> Dundee.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG. <i>Sung by Mr.</i> Dogget.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music009.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music009a.png" width="557" height="854" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music009b.png" width="554" height="271" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>et’s sing of Stage-Coaches,<br /> +and fear no Reproaches;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">for riding in one,</span><br /> +but daily be jogging,<br /> +<img src="images/hook.png" width="14" height="19" alt="" class="floatl" style="margin-left: -1em" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">while whistling, and flogging,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">while whistling and flogging,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">the Coachman drives on;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">with a hey geeup, geeup hey ho,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">with a hey gee Dobin hey ho, hey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">geeup, geeup, geeup hey ho,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">geeup, geeup, geeup hey ho,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">with a hey, gee Dobin hey ho.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +In Coaches thus strowling,<br /> +Who wou’d not be rowling;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With Nymphs on each side,</span><br /> +Still Pratling and Playing;<br /> +<img src="images/hook.png" width="14" height="19" alt="" class="floatl" style="margin-left: -1em" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Knees interlaying,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">We merrily ride.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here chance kindly mixes,<br /> +All sorts and all Sexes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">More Females than Men,</span><br /> +We squeese ’em, we ease ’em,<br /> +<img src="images/hook.png" width="14" height="19" alt="" class="floatl" style="margin-left: -1em" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The jolting does please ’em,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Drive jollily then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The harder you’re driving,<br /> +The more ’tis reviving,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nor fear we to tell,</span><br /> +For if the Coach tumble,<br /> +<img src="images/hook.png" width="14" height="19" alt="" class="floatl" style="margin-left: -1em" /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We’ll have a rare Jumble,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And then up tails all,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco003.png" width="94" height="52" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Crafty Cracks of</i> East-Smith-Field, <i>who pick’t up a Master +Colour upon</i> Tower-Hill, <i>whom they Plundred of a Purse of</i> Silver, +<i>with above Threescore</i> Guineas.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music010.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music010.png" width="554" height="523" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>OU Master Colours pray draw near,<br /> +And listen to my Report;<br /> +My Grief is great, for lo of late,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two Ladies I chanc’d to Court:</span><br /> +Who did meet me on <i>Tower-Hill</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their Beauties I did behold:</span><br /> +<i>Those Crafty Jades have learnt their Trades,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And plunder’d me of my Gold.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span>I’ll tell you how it came to pass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This sorrowful Story is thus:</span><br /> +Of Guineas bright a glorious Sight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had in a Cat-skin Purse:</span><br /> +The Value of near Fourscore Pounds,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As good as e’er I had told,</span><br /> +<i>Those Crafty Jades have learnt their Trades,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And plunder’d me of my Gold.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +I saw two poor distressed Men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who lay upon <i>Tower-Hill</i>,</span><br /> +To whom in brief I gave Relief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">According to my good Will:</span><br /> +Two wanton Misses drawing near,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Guineas they did behold;</span><br /> +They laid a Plot by which they Got,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Silver and yellow Gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +They both address’d themselves to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus they was pleas’d to say;</span><br /> +Kind Sir, indeed, we stand in need,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ we are fine and gay:</span><br /> +Of some Relief which you may give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought they were something bold;</span><br /> +The Plot was laid, I was betray’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And plunder’d of all my Gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +Alas ’tis pity, then I cry’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such Ladies of good Repute,</span><br /> +Should want Relief, therefore in brief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I gave ’em a kind Salute:</span><br /> +Thought I of them I’ll have my Will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ I am something old;</span><br /> +They were I see too wise for me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They plunder’d me of my Gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then to <i>East-Smithfield</i> was I led,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there I was entertain’d:</span><br /> +With Kisses fine and Brandy Wine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Merriment we remain’d:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span>Methought it was the happiest Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever I did behold;</span><br /> +Sweet Meat alass! had sower Sauce,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They plunder’d me of my Gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +Time after Time to pay their Shot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Guineas I would lug out;</span><br /> +Those Misses they wou’d make me stay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rally the other bout:</span><br /> +I took my Fill of Pleasures then<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ I was something old;</span><br /> +Those Joys are past, they would not last,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m plunder’d of all my Gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +As I was at the wanton Game,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Pocket they fairly pick’d;</span><br /> +And all my Wealth they took by stealth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus was a poor Colour trick’d:</span><br /> +Let me therefore a Warning be,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Merchants both young and old;</span><br /> +For now of late hard was my Fate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m plunder’d of all my Gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +They got three Pounds in Silver bright,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Guineas above Threescore,</span><br /> +Such sharping Cracks breaks Merchants Backs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll never come near them more:</span><br /> +Sure now I have enough of them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Sorrow cannot be told;</span><br /> +That crafty Crew makes me look Blew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m plunder’d of all my Gold.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco004.png" width="118" height="59" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Dance of the</i> <span class="smcap">Usurer</span> <i>and the</i> Devil.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music011.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music011.png" width="558" height="350" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>AST <i>Christmas</i> ’twas my chance,<br /> +To be in <i>Paris</i> City;<br /> +Where I did see a Dance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In my conceit was very pretty—By men of France.</span><br /> +<br /> +First came the Lord of <i>Pool</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he begun his Measure;</span><br /> +The next came in a Fool,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And danc’d with him for pleasure—With his Tool.</span><br /> +<br /> +The next a Knight came in,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who look’d as he would swagger;</span><br /> +And after follow’d him<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A merry needy Beggar—Dancing in.</span><br /> +<br /> +The next a Gentleman,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On him a Servant tending,</span><br /> +And there the Dance began,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With nimble Bodies bending—Like two Friends.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span>Then in a Lawyer came,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With him a Knave came leaping;</span><br /> +And as they Danc’d in Frame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So Hand in Hand went skipping—To the Term.</span><br /> +<br /> +The next a Citizen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he a Cuckold leading;</span><br /> +So round about the Room,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their Masque they fell a Treading—And fain they would.</span><br /> +<br /> +The next an Usurer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old fat Guts he came grunting;</span><br /> +The Devil left all care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For joy he fell a Jumping—To see him there.</span><br /> +<br /> +And ending then their Masque,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Fool his Lord he carries</span><br /> +Upon his Back in hast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No longer there he tarries—But left the place.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Beggar took the Knight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who took it in Derision;</span><br /> +The Searjeant took in Spite,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Gentleman to Prison—For all his might.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Cuckold, silly Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ he was abhorred:</span><br /> +He took the Citizen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And led him by the Forehead—And out he ran.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Devil lik’d it well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His lot it was to carry;</span><br /> +The Usurer to Hell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there with him to tarry.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco005.png" width="67" height="66" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Suburbs</span> <i>is a fine place: To the</i> Tune<br /> +<i>of</i> <span class="smcap">London</span> <i>is a fine Town.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music012.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music012.png" width="556" height="186" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HE Suburbs is a fine Place belonging to the City,<br /> +It has no Government at all, alack the more the Pity;<br /> +A Wife, a silly Animal, esteemed in that same Place,<br /> +For there a Civil Woman’s now asham’d to shew her Face:<br /> +The Misses there have each Man’s Time, his Money, nay, his Heart,<br /> +Then all in all, both great and small, and all in ev’ry Part.<br /> +<br /> +Which Part it is a thorough-fair so open and so large,<br /> +One well might sail through ev’ry Tail even in a western Barge;<br /> +These Cracks that Coach it now, when first they came to Town,<br /> +Did turn up Tail for a Pot of Ale in Linsey Wolsey Gown.<br /> +<br /> +The Bullies first debauch’d ’em, in Baudy <i>Covent-Garden</i>,<br /> +That filthy place, where ne’er a Wench was ever worth a Farthing;<br /> +And when their Maiden-heads are sold to sneaking Lords,<br /> +Which Lords are Clapt at least nine-fold for taking of their Words.<br /> +<br /> +And then my Lord, that many tries, she looks so Innocent,<br /> +Believing he Infected her, he makes a Settlement;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span>These are your Cracks, who skill’d in all kind of Debauches,<br /> +Do daily piss, spue and whore in their own glass Coaches.<br /> +<br /> +Now Miss turn Night-walker, till Lord-Mayor’s Men she meets,<br /> +O’er Night she’s Drunk, next Day she’s finely flogged thro’ <i>London</i> streets;<br /> +After their Rooms of State are chang’d to Bulks or Coblers Stalls,<br /> +’Till Poverty and Pox agree they dying in Hospitals.<br /> +<br /> +This Suburbs gallant Fop that takes delight in Roaring,<br /> +He spends his time in Huffing, Swearing, Drinking, and in Whoring;<br /> +And if an honest Man and his Wife meet them in the Dark,<br /> +Makes nothing to run the Husband through to get the name of Spark.<br /> +<br /> +But when the Constable appears, the Gallant, let me tell ye,<br /> +His Heart denies his Breeches, and sinks into his Belly;<br /> +These are the silly Rogues that think it fine and witty,<br /> +To laugh and joak at Aldermen, the Rulers of the City.<br /> +<br /> +They’d kiss our Wives, but hold, for all their plotting Pates,<br /> +While they would get us Children, we are getting their Estates;<br /> +And still in vain they Court pretending in their Cares,<br /> +That their Estates may thus descend unto the Lawful Heirs.<br /> +<br /> +Their Play-houses I hate, are Shops to set off Wenches,<br /> +Where Fop and Miss, like Dog and Bitch, do couple under Benches;<br /> +That I might advise the chiefest Play-house monger,<br /> +I have a Sister of my own both Handsomer and Younger.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span>She lives not far off in the Parish of St. <i>Clements</i>,<br /> +She never liv’d in Cellar nor sold Oranges and Lemons:<br /> +Then why should Play-house Trulls with Paint and such Temptations,<br /> +Be an Eye sore to me & more to the best part o’th’ Nation.<br /> +<br /> +Now you that all this while have listened to my Dity,<br /> +With streightened Hands pray drink a Health unto this noble City:<br /> +And let us pray to <i>Jove</i>, these Suburb folks to mend,<br /> +And having now no more to say, I think it fit to end.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The Old Woman’s</i> WISH.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music013.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music013.png" width="557" height="442" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>S I went by an Hospital,<br /> +I heard an Old Woman cry,<br /> +Kind Sir, quoth she, be kind to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Once more before I Die,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span>And grant to me those Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belong to Woman-kind,</span><br /> +And the Fates above reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +I find an itching in my Blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ it be something Cold,</span><br /> +Therefore Good Man do what you can,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To comfort me now I’m Old.</span><br /> +And Grant to me those Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belong to Woman-kind,</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +Altho’ I cannot see the Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor never a glance of light;</span><br /> +Kind Sir, I swear and do declare,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I honour the Joys of Night:</span><br /> +Then grant to me those Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belong to Woman-kind,</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward you Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +When I was in my Blooming Youth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My vigorous Love was Hot;</span><br /> +Now in my Age I dare Engage,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fancy I still have got:</span><br /> +Then give to me those Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belong to Woman-kind,</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +You shall miss of a Reward,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If Readily you comply;</span><br /> +Then do not Blush but touch my flesh.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This minute before I die:</span><br /> +O let me tast those Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belong to Woman-kind,</span><br /> +And the Fates above reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span>I Forty Shillings would freely give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis all the Mony I have;</span><br /> +Which I full long have begged for,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To carry me to my Grave:</span><br /> +This I would give to have the Bliss,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belongs to Woman-kind,</span><br /> +And the Fates above reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +I had a Husband in my Youth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As very well ’tis known,</span><br /> +The truth to tell he pleased me well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now I am left alone;</span><br /> +And long to tast the good Old Game,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belongs to Woman-kind:</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +If Forty Shillings will not do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Petticoat and my Gown;</span><br /> +Nay Smock also shall freely go,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make up the other Crown:</span><br /> +Then Sir, pray Grant that kind Request,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belongs to Woman-kind;</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tho’ I am Fourscore Years of Age,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love with a Right good Will;</span><br /> +And what in truth I want in Youth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have it in perfect Skill:</span><br /> +Then grant to me that Charming Bliss,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belongs to Woman-kind;</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now if you do not pleasure me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And give me the thing I crave;</span><br /> +I do protest I shall not rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I am laid in my Grave:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span>Therefore kind Sir, grant me the Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That belong to Woman-kind;</span><br /> +And the Fates above Reward your Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The Mad-Man’s</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music014.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music014.png" width="556" height="431" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>Here can be no Glad-man compar’d to the Mad-man,<br /> +His Mind is still void of Care;<br /> +His Fits and his Fancies, are above all Mischances,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Mirth is his ordinary Fare.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad, Mad, Mad let’s be,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Nor shall the foul Fiend be Madder than we.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +The Wise and the Witty, in Court and in City,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are subject to sorrow and Pain;</span><br /> +While he that is Mad, knows not why to be Sad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor has any cause to complain:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span>We laugh at you Wise Men, that thus do despise Men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose Senses you think to Decline;</span><br /> +Mark well and you’ll see, what you count but Frenzy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is indeed but Raptures Divine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Let the Grave and the Wise, pluck out their Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To set forth a Book worth a Groat;</span><br /> +We Mad-men are quicker, grow Learn’d with good Liquor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Chirp a Merry note.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hast thou lost thy Estate Man, why, care not for that Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What Wealth may’st not fancy thy own;</span><br /> +More than Queen <i>Dido</i>, or her Ass-Ear’d <i>Midas</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That great Philosopher’s stone.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Pompey</i> was a Mad-man, and so long a Glad-man;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But at length he was forc’d to flee;</span><br /> +For <i>Cæsar</i> from <i>Gallia</i> beat him in <i>Pharsalia</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Cause a madder Fellow then he.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +’Twas this Extasie brave, that the great Courage gave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If your Eyes were but ope’d and would see;</span><br /> +To great <i>Alexander</i>, that mighty Commander,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Mad a Fellow as could be.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then around goes a Health to the Lady o’th’ House,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If any Man here does forsake it;</span><br /> +For a Fool let him go, we know better Manners,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so we mean to take it.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +There’s no Night Mirth’s going, nor any Lad wooing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Mad-men are privy unto it;</span><br /> +For the Stars so peep, into every such thing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wink upon us as you do it.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span>When the Frost, Ice and Snow, do benumb things below,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We Chirp as merry as Larks;</span><br /> +Our Sack and our Madness, consumes cold and sadness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we are the Jovial Sparks.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Has thy Mistress frown’d on thee, or thy Rival out-gone thee?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let Sober and Wise Fellows pine;</span><br /> +Whilst bright <i>Miralind</i> and goodly <i>Dulcind</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the rest of the Fairies are thine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +A Mad-man needs baulk no manner of talk,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Tongues never guilty with Treason;</span><br /> +But a Wise Knave would suffer, if the same he should utter,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a wise Man’s Guilt is his Reason.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Then be thou Mad</i>, &c.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music015.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music015a.png" width="551" height="296" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music015b.png" width="556" height="269" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> Shepherd kept Sheep on a Hill so high, <i>fa, la, la</i>, &c.<br /> +And there came a pretty Maid passing by, <i>fa, la</i>, &c.<br /> +Shepherd, quoth she, dost thou want e’er a Wife,<br /> +No by my troth I’m not weary of my Life, <i>fa, la, la</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Shepherd for thee I care not a Fly, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +For thou’st not the Face with a fair Maid to lie, <i>fa, la</i>,<br /> +How now my Damsel, say’st thou me so,<br /> +Thou shalt tast of my bottle before thou dost go, <i>fa, la</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Then he took her and laid her upon the Ground, <i>fa, la</i>,<br /> +And made her believe that the World went round, <i>fa, la</i>,<br /> +Look yonder my Shepherd, look yonder I spy,<br /> +There are fine pretty Babies that dance in the Sky, <i>fa, la</i>.<br /> +<br /> +And now they are vanisht, and now they appear, <i>fa, la</i>,<br /> +Sure they will tell Stories of what we do here, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +Lie still my dear <i>Chloris</i>, enjoy thy Conceit,<br /> +For the Babes are too young and too little to prate, <i>fa, la, la</i>.<br /> +<br /> +See how the Heavens fly swifter than Day, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +Rise quickly, or they will all run away, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +Rise quickly my Shepherd, quickly I tell ye,<br /> +For the Sun, Moon and Stars are got all in my Belly, <i>fa, la</i>.<br /> +<br /> +O dear, where am I? pray shew me the way, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +Unto my Father’s House hard by, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span>If he chance to Chide me for staying so long,<br /> +I’ll tell him the fumes of your Bottle were strong, <i>fa, la, la</i>.<br /> +<br /> +And now thou hast brought my Body to shame, <i>fa, la</i>,<br /> +I prithee now tell me what is thy Name, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +Why <i>Robin</i> in the Rushes my Name is, quoth he,<br /> +But I think I told her quite contrary, <i>fa, la, la</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Then for <i>Robin</i> in the Rushes, she did enquire, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +But he hung down his Head, and he would not come nigh her, <i>fa, la, la</i>,<br /> +He wink’d with one Eye, as if he had been Blind,<br /> +And he drew one Leg after a great way behind, <i>fa, la, la</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line007.png" width="555" height="33" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music016.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music016.png" width="557" height="457" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>S I was a walking under a Grove,<br /> +Within my self, as I suppos’d;<br /> +My Mind did oftentimes remove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by no means could be disclosed:</span><br /> +At length by chance a Friend I met,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which caused me long time to tarry;</span><br /> +And thus of me she did intreat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tell her when I meant to Marry.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sweet-heart, quoth I, if you would know,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then hear the Words, and I’ll reveal it;</span><br /> +Since in your Mind you bear it so,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in your Heart you will conceal it:</span><br /> +She promis’d me she’d make no Words,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But of such things she would be wary;</span><br /> +And thus in brief I did begin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tell her when I meant to Marry.</span><br /> +<br /> +When <i>Shrove-tide</i> falls in <i>Easter</i> week,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Christmas</i> in the midst of <i>July</i>;</span><br /> +When Lawyers for no Fees will Plead,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Taylors they prove Just and Truly:</span><br /> +When all Deceits are quite put down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Truth by all Men is preferred;</span><br /> +And <i>Indigo</i> dies Red and Brown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O then my Love and I’ll be Married.</span><br /> +<br /> +When Men and Beasts in the Ocean flow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Fishes in green Fields are feeding;</span><br /> +When Muscle-shells in the Streets grow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Swans upon dry Rocks be breeding:</span><br /> +When Cockle-shells are Diamond Rings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Glass to Pearl may be compared;</span><br /> +Gold is made of a Grey-goose Wings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh then my Love and I’ll be Married.</span><br /> +<br /> +When hostesses do reckon true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Dutchmen</i> leave off drinking Brandy;</span><br /> +When Cats do bark, and Dogs do Mew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Brimstone is took for Sugar-candy:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span>Or when that <i>Whitsontide</i> do fall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within the Month of <i>January</i>;</span><br /> +And a Cobler works without an Awl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O then my, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +When Women know not how to Scold,<br /> +And Maids on Sweet-hearts ne’er are thinking;<br /> +When Men in the Fire complain of Cold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Ships on <i>Salisbury</i> Plain fear sinking:</span><br /> +Or when Horse-Coursers turn honest Men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>London</i> into <i>York</i> is carried;</span><br /> +And out of One you can take Ten,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Oh then, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +When Candlesticks do serve for Bells,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Frying-pans they do use for Ladles;</span><br /> +When in the Sea they dig for Wells,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Porridge-pots they use for Cradles:</span><br /> +When Maids forget to go a <i>Maying</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a Man on his Back an Ox can carry;</span><br /> +Or when the Mice with the Cat be playing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh then, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Good Sir, since you have told me when,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That you’re resolv’d for to Marry;</span><br /> +I wish with all my Heart till then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That for a Wife you still may tarry:</span><br /> +But if all young Men were of your mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Maids no better were preferred;</span><br /> +I think it were when the D——l were blind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we and our Lovers should be Married.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco006.png" width="208" height="77" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span></p> +<h2>Gilderoys <i>last Farewel. To a New Tune.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music017.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music017.png" width="553" height="619" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">G</span><i>Ilderoy</i> was a bonny Boy,<br /> +Had Roses tull his shun,<br /> +His Stockings were made of the finest Silk,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Garters hanging down:</span><br /> +It was a comely sight to see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was so trim a Boy;</span><br /> +He was my Joy and Heart’s Delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>My Handsom</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span>Oh sike a charming Eye he had,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Breath as sweet as a Rose,</span><br /> +He never wore a Hiland plad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But costly silken Cloaths:</span><br /> +He gain’d the Love of Ladies gay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s none to him was Coy;</span><br /> +Ah, wa’s me, Ise mourn this Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For my Dear</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +My <i>Gilderoy</i> and I was born,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both in one Town together;</span><br /> +Not past Seven years of Age,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since one did Love each other:</span><br /> +Our Daddies and our Mammies both,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were cloath’d with mickle Joy,</span><br /> +To think upon the Bridal Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Betwixt I and my</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +For <i>Gilderoy</i>, that Love of mine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Geud faith Ise freely bought:</span><br /> +A Wedding-sark of Holland fine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Silk in Flowers wrought:</span><br /> +And he gave me a Wedding Ring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which I receiv’d with Joy;</span><br /> +No Lads or Lasses e’er could Sing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like my sweet</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +In mickle Joy we spent our time,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till we was both Fifteen;</span><br /> +Then gently he did lay me down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amongst the leaves so green:</span><br /> +When he had done what he could do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He rose and he gang’d his way;</span><br /> +But ever since I lov’d the Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>My Handsome</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +While we did both together play,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He kiss’d me o’er and o’er;</span><br /> +Geud faith it was as blith a Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As e’er I saw before:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span>He fill’d my Heart in every Vein,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Love and mickle Joy;</span><br /> +Who was my Love and Hearts delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Mine own sweet</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh never, never shall I see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cause of past Delight;</span><br /> +Or sike a lovely Lad as he,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Transport my Ravish’d sight:</span><br /> +The Law forbids what Love enjoyns,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And does prevent our Joy;</span><br /> +Though just and fair were the Designs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Of me and</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +’Cause <i>Gilderoy</i> had done amiss,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must he be punish’d then;</span><br /> +What kind of Cruelty is this<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hang such Handsom Men?</span><br /> +The Flower of the <i>Scotish</i> land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sweet and lovely Boy;</span><br /> +He likewise had a Lady’s Hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>My Handsom</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +At <i>Leith</i> they took my <i>Gilderoy</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there God wot they bang’d him:</span><br /> +Carry’d him to fair <i>Edenburgh</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there God wot they hang’d him:</span><br /> +They hang’d him up above the rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was so trim a Boy;</span><br /> +My only Love and Heart’s Delight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>My Handsom</i> Gilderoy.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus having yielded up his Breath,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In <i>Cypress</i> he was laid;</span><br /> +Then for my dearest, after Death,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Funeral I made:</span><br /> +Over his Grave a Marble-stone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I fixed for my Joy;</span><br /> +Now I am left to weep alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For my dear</i> Gilderoy.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The</i><span class="gespn"> SCOTCH</span> <i>Wedding</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Between</i> <span class="smcap">Jockey</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Jenny</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music018.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music018.png" width="551" height="307" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HEN <i>Jockey</i> wou’d a Wooing away,<br /> +On our Feast-day when he was foo;<br /> +Then <i>Jenny</i> put on her best Array,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she thought <i>Jockey</i> would come to Woo.</span><br /> +<br /> +If I thought <i>Jockey</i> were come to Town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It wad be for the leve of me;</span><br /> +Then wad I put on beth Hat and Goown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because I’d seem worstsome in his Eye.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Jenny</i> prick’d up a brant breeght broow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She was as breeght as onny clock;</span><br /> +As <i>Moggy</i> always used to do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fear her Sweet-heart shou’d her mock.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Jenny</i> shoo tripped up the Stairs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And secretly to shift her Smock;</span><br /> +But leard how loud her mother swears,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O hast away <i>Jenny</i>, and come to <i>Jock</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span>Then <i>Jenny</i> came tripping down the Stairs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh Leard so nimbly tripped she;</span><br /> +But oh how <i>Jockey</i> began to stare,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he beheld hur fair Beauty!</span><br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Jenny</i> made a Curtshy low,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until the Stairs did touch her Dock;</span><br /> +But Leard how loud her Mother did lough,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When shoo <i>Jenny</i> was come to <i>Jock</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Jockey</i> tuke <i>Jenny</i> by the Nease,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying my dear Lovey canst thou loof me?</span><br /> +My Father is Dead and has left me Land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some fair ould Houses twa or three.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou shalt be the Lady o’er them aw,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I doot, quod <i>Jenny</i> you do me mock;</span><br /> +Ad ta my saw, quoth <i>Jockey</i>, then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I come to woo thee <i>Jenny</i>, quoth <i>Jock</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"><b><i>This to be said after the</i> SONG.</b></p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p>Sea then they gang’d to the Kirk to be wad; noow they den’t use to wad +in <i>Scotchland</i> as they wad in <i>England</i>, for they gang to the Kirk, +and they take the Donkin by the Rocket, and say, good morn Sir Donkin, +says Sir Donkin, ah <i>Jockey</i> sen ater me, wit ta ha <i>Jenny</i> to thy +wadded Wife? ay by her Lady quoth <i>Jockey</i> and thanka twa, we aw my +Heart; ah <i>Jenny</i> sen ater me, wit ta ha <i>Jockey</i> to thy wadded Loon, +to have and to hold for aver and aver, forsaking aw other Loons, +lubberloons, black Lips, blue Nases, an aw Swiggbell’d caves? ah, an +these twa be’nt as weel wadded as e’er I wadded twa in <i>Scotchland</i>, +the Deel and St. <i>Andrew</i> part ye.</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco007.png" width="72" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> Scotch <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>made to the</i> Irish <span class="smcap">Jigg</span>, <i>and<br /> +Sung to the King at</i> Whitehall.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music019.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music019.png" width="551" height="610" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>Ately as thorough the fair <i>Edinborough</i>,<br /> +To view the fair Meadows as I was ganging;<br /> +<i>Jockey</i> and <i>Moggy</i> were walking and talking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Love and Religion, thus closely Haranguing;</span><br /> +Never says <i>Moggy</i>, come near me false <i>Jockey</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For thou art a <i>Whig</i>, and I mean to abhor thee;</span><br /> +Ize be no Bride, nor will lig by thy side,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For no sneaking Rebel shall lift a Leg o’er me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span><i>Jockey.</i> Fairest and Dearest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">And to my Heart nearest,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To live with thy Frowns I no longer am able;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">I am so loving,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">And thou art so moving,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each Hair of thy Head ties me fast as a Cable:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Thou hast that in thee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Ise sure to win me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To <i>Jew</i>, <i>Turk</i> or <i>Atheist</i>, so much I adore thee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Nothing I’d shun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">That is under the Sun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So I have the pleasure to lift a Leg o’er thee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Moggy.</i> Plotters and Traytors,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">And Associators,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In every degree thou shalt swear to oppose ’em;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Swimmers and Trimmers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">The Nations Redeemers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for thy Reward thou shalt sleep in my Bosom;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">I had a Dad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Was a Royal brave Lad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as true as the Sun to his Monarch before me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;"><i>Moggy</i> he cry’d,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">The same hour that he Dy’d,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let no sneaking Rebel e’er lift a Leg o’er thee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Jockey.</i> Adieu then ye Crew then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Of Protestant Blue Men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Faction his <i>Moggy</i> from <i>Jockey</i> shall sever;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Thou shalt at Court,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">My Conversion Report,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am not the first Whig by his Wife brought in favour;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Ise never deal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">For the dull Common Weal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fight for true Monarchy shall be my Glory;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Lull’d with thy Charms,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.2em;">Then I die in your Arms,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I have the Pleasure to lift a Leg o’er thee.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Fair Lass of</i> ISLINGTON.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music020.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music020.png" width="552" height="185" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>Here was a Lass of <i>Islington</i>,<br /> +As I have heard many tell;<br /> +And she would to Fair <i>London</i> go,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fine Apples and Pears to sell:</span><br /> +And as along the Streets she flung,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her basket on her Arm:</span><br /> +Her Pears to sell, you may know it right well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This fair Maid meant no harm.</span><br /> +<br /> +But as she tript along the Street,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her pleasant Fruit to sell;</span><br /> +A Vintner did with her meet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who lik’d this Maid full well:</span><br /> +Quoth he, fair Maid, what have you there?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Basket decked brave;</span><br /> +Fine Pears, quoth she, and if it please ye<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A taste Sir you shall have.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Vintner he took a Taste,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lik’d it well, for why;</span><br /> +This Maid he thought of all the rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Most pleasing to his Eye:</span><br /> +Quoth he, fair Maid I have a Suit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That you to me must grant;</span><br /> +Which if I find you be so kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nothing that you shall want.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span>Thy Beauty doth so please my Eye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dazles so my sight;</span><br /> +That now of all my Liberty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am deprived quite:</span><br /> +Then prithee now consent to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And do not put me by;</span><br /> +It is but one small courtesie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All Night with you to lie.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sir, if you lie with me one Night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you propound to me;</span><br /> +I do expect that you should prove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both courteous, kind and free:</span><br /> +And for to tell you all in short,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It will cost you Five Pound,</span><br /> +A Match, a Match, the Vintner said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so let this go round.</span><br /> +<br /> +When he had lain with her all Night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Money she did crave,</span><br /> +O stay, quoth he, the other Night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thy Money thou shalt have:</span><br /> +I cannot stay, nor I will not stay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I needs must now be gone,</span><br /> +Why then thou may’st thy Money go look,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Money I’ll pay thee none.</span><br /> +<br /> +This Maid she made no more ado,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But to a Justice went;</span><br /> +And unto him she made her moan,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who did her Case lament:</span><br /> +She said she had a Cellar Let out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a Vintner in the Town;</span><br /> +And how that he did then agree<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five Pound to pay her down.</span><br /> +<br /> +But now, quoth she, the Case is thus,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Rent that he will pay;</span><br /> +Therefore your Worship I beseech,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To send for him this Day:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span>Then strait the Justice for him sent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And asked the Reason why;</span><br /> +That he would pay this Maid no Rent?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To which he did Reply,</span><br /> +<br /> +Although I hired a Cellar of her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Possession was mine?</span><br /> +I ne’er put any thing into it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But one poor Pipe of Wine:</span><br /> +Therefore my Bargain it was hard,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you may plainly see;</span><br /> +I from my Freedom was Debarr’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then good Sir favour me.</span><br /> +<br /> +This Fair Maid being ripe of Wit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She strait Reply’d again;</span><br /> +There were two Butts more at the Door,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why did you not roul them in?</span><br /> +You had your Freedom and your Will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As is to you well known;</span><br /> +Therefore I do desire still,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to receive my own.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Justice hearing of their Case,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did then give Order strait;</span><br /> +That he the Money should pay down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She should no longer wait:</span><br /> +Withal he told the Vintner plain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If he a Tennant be;</span><br /> +He must expect to pay the same,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he could not sit Rent-free.</span><br /> +<br /> +But when the Money she had got,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She put it in her Purse:</span><br /> +And clapt her Hand on the Cellar Door,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said it was never the worse:</span><br /> +Which caused the People all to Laugh,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see this Vintner Fine:</span><br /> +Out-witted by a Country Girl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About his Pipe of Wine.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The most Famous</i> <span class="gespn">BALLAD</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Of King</i> <span class="smcap">Henry</span> <i>the 5th; his Victory over<br /> +the</i> French <i>at</i> Agencourt.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music021.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music021.png" width="553" height="217" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> Councel grave our King did hold,<br /> +With many a Lord and Knight:<br /> +That he might truly understand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That <i>France</i> did hold his Right.</span><br /> +<br /> +Unto the King of <i>France</i> therefore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Embassadors he sent;</span><br /> +That he might truly understand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Mind and whole Intent.</span><br /> +<br /> +Desiring him in friendly sort,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His lawful Right to yield;</span><br /> +Or else he swore by dint of Sword,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To win it in the Field.</span><br /> +<br /> +The King of <i>France</i> with all his Lords,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did hear this Message plain;</span><br /> +And to our brave Embassador,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did answer with Disdain.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span>And said our King was yet too young,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of but tender Age;</span><br /> +Therefore they pass not for his Threats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor fear not his Courage.</span><br /> +<br /> +His Knowledge yet in Feats of Arms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As yet is very small;</span><br /> +His tender Joints more fitter are,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To toss a Tennis-ball.</span><br /> +<br /> +A Tun of Tennis-balls therefore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Pride and great Disdain;</span><br /> +He sent unto this Royal King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To recompence his Pain.</span><br /> +<br /> +Which Answer when our King did hear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He waxed wroth in Heart;</span><br /> +And swore he would provide such Balls,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should make all <i>France</i> to smart.</span><br /> +<br /> +An Army then our King did hold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which was both good and strong;</span><br /> +And from <i>Southampton</i> is our King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all his Navy gone.</span><br /> +<br /> +In <i>France</i> he landed safe and sound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both he and all his Train;</span><br /> +And to the Town of <i>Husle</i> then<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He marched up amain.</span><br /> +<br /> +Which when he had besieg’d the Town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against the fenced Walls;</span><br /> +To batter down the stately Towers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He sent his <i>English</i> Balls.</span><br /> +<br /> +When this was done our King did march,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up and down the Land;</span><br /> +And not a <i>Frenchman</i> for his Life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Durst once his Force withstand.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span>Until he came to <i>Agencourt</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whereas it was his chance;</span><br /> +To find the King in readiness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all the Power of <i>France</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +A mighty Host he had prepar’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Armed Soldiers then;</span><br /> +Which were no less by just Account,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than Forty Thousand Men.</span><br /> +<br /> +Which sight did much amaze our King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he and all his Host;</span><br /> +Not passing Fifteen Thousand had,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Accounted with the most.</span><br /> +<br /> +The King of <i>France</i> who well did know,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Number of our Men;</span><br /> +In vaunting Pride and great Disdain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did send an Herald then:</span><br /> +<br /> +To understand what he would give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Ransom of his Life,</span><br /> +When they in Field had taken him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amongst the bloody strife.</span><br /> +<br /> +And when our King with cheerful Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This answer then did make;</span><br /> +Before that it does come to pass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some of your Hearts will ake.</span><br /> +<br /> +And to your proud presumptuous King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Declare this thing, quoth he;</span><br /> +My own Heart’s-blood will pay the Price,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nought else he gets of me.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then spake the noble Duke of <i>York</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O noble King, quoth he,</span><br /> +The Leading of this Battle brave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It doth belong to me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span>God-a-mercy Cousin <i>York</i>, he said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I grant thee thy Request;</span><br /> +Then lead thou on couragiously,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will lead the rest.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then came the bragging <i>Frenchmen</i> down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With cruel Force and Might;</span><br /> +With whom our Noble King began,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fierce and dreadful Fight.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Archers they discharg’d their Shafts,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As thick as Hail from Skie;</span><br /> +And many a <i>Frenchman</i> in the Field,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That happy Day did die.</span><br /> +<br /> +Their Horses tumbled on the Stakes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so their Lives they lost;</span><br /> +And many a <i>Frenchman</i> there was ta’en,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Prisoners to their cost.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ten Thousand Men that Day was slain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Enemies in the Field:</span><br /> +And eke as many Prisoners,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were forc’d that Day to yield.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus had our King a happy Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Victory over <i>France</i>;</span><br /> +And brought them quickly under foot<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That late in Pride did prance.</span><br /> +<br /> +God save our King, and bless this Land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And grant to him likewise;</span><br /> +The upper-hand and Victory,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of all his Enemies.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco008.png" width="317" height="72" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span></p> + +<h2 style="padding-bottom: 1em;"><i>The Lady</i> <span class="smcap">Isabella’s</span> <i>Tragedy: Or, the<br /> +Step-Mother’s Cruelty.</i> <i>To +the foregoing Tune.</i></h2> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>Here was a Lord of worthy Fame,<br /> +And a Hunting he would ride,<br /> +Attended by a noble Train,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Gentry on each side.</span><br /> +<br /> +And whilst he did in Chace remain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see both Sport and Play;</span><br /> +His Lady went as she did feign,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto the Church to pray.</span><br /> +<br /> +This Lord he had a Daughter Fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose Beauty shin’d so bright;</span><br /> +She was belov’d both far and near,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of many a Lord and Knight.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fair <i>Isabella</i> was she call’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Creature Fair was she;</span><br /> +She was her Father’s only Joy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you shall after see.</span><br /> +<br /> +But yet her Cruel Step-Mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did Envy her so much;</span><br /> +That Day by Day she sought her Life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Malice it was such.</span><br /> +<br /> +She bargain’d with the Master-Cook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To take her Life away;</span><br /> +And taking of her Daughter’s Book,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She thus to her did say.</span><br /> +<br /> +Go home, sweet Daughter, I thee pray.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go hasten presently;</span><br /> +And tell unto the Master-Cook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These Words which I tell thee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span>And bid him dress to Dinner straight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That fair and milk-white Doe;</span><br /> +That in the Park doth shine so bright,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s none so fair to show.</span><br /> +<br /> +This Lady fearing of no harm,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Obey’d her Mother’s Will;</span><br /> +And presently she hasted home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Mind for to fulfil.</span><br /> +<br /> +She straight into the Kitchin went,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Message for to tell,</span><br /> +And there the Master-Cook she spy’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who did with Malice swell.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now Master-Cook it must be so,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do that which I thee tell;</span><br /> +You needs must dress the milk-white Doe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which you do know full well.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then straight his cruel bloody Hands,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He on the Lady laid;</span><br /> +Who quivering and shaking stands,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While thus to her he said:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou art the Doe that I must dress,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See here, behold my Knife;</span><br /> +For it is Pointed presently,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rid thee of thy Life.</span><br /> +<br /> +O then cry’d out the Scullion Boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As loud as loud might be;</span><br /> +O save her Life, good Master-Cook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make your Pies of me?</span><br /> +<br /> +For pity sake do not destroy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Lady with your Knife;</span><br /> +You know she is her Father’s Joy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Christ’s sake save her Life.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span>I will not save her Life he said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor make my Pies of thee;</span><br /> +Yet if thou dost this Deed betray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy Butcher I will be;</span><br /> +<br /> +Now when this Lord he did come home,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to sit down to Meat;</span><br /> +He called for his Daughter dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To come and carve his Meat.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now sit you down, his Lady said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O sit you down to Meat;</span><br /> +Into some Nunnery she’s gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Daughter dear forget.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then solemnly he made a Vow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the Company;</span><br /> +That he would neither eat nor drink,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until he did her see.</span><br /> +<br /> +O then bespoke the Scullion Boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a loud Voice so high;</span><br /> +If that you will your Daughter see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Lord cut up the Pye.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wherein her Flesh is minced small,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And parched with the Fire;</span><br /> +All caused by her Step-Mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who did her Death desire.</span><br /> +<br /> +And cursed be the Master-Cook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O cursed may he be!</span><br /> +I proffer’d him my own Heart’s Blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Death to set her free.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then all in Black this Lord did Mourn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for his Daughter’s sake;</span><br /> +He judged for her Step-Mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be burnt at a Stake.</span><br /> +<br /> +Likewise he judg’d the Master-Cook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In boyling Lead to stand;</span><br /> +He made the simple Scullion Boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Heir to all his Land.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Ballad</span></h2> + +<h3><i>In Praise of a certain Commander in the City.</i></h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music022.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music022.png" width="553" height="469" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> Heroe of no small Renown,<br /> +But noted for a Man of Mettle;<br /> +Thro’ all the Parts of <i>London</i> Town,<br /> +No Gentleman, nor yet a Clown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No grave wise man, nor stupid Beetle.</span><br /> +<br /> +By many Deeds of Prowess done,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He’s gain’d a matchless Reputation;</span><br /> +Perform’d by neither Sword nor Gun,<br /> +But by what means you’ll know anon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how he work’d his Preservation.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span>Well mounted on a noble Steed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Sword and Pistol charg’d before him;</span><br /> +Altho’ we must confess indeed,<br /> +Of either Arms there was no need,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Conduct did alone secure him.</span><br /> +<br /> +With’s Wife upon a single Horse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">T’wards <i>Eppin</i> both rid out together;</span><br /> +But what than ill Luck can be worse,<br /> +A High-way-Man of equal Force,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alass, obstructed both their Pleasure.</span><br /> +<br /> +With Pistol cock’d he made demand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And told them he must have their Money;</span><br /> +The Major wisely would not stand,<br /> +Nor on his Pistols clap a Hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was not such a Fighting Tony.</span><br /> +<br /> +But spur’d away as swift as Wind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Elk or Tyger could run faster;</span><br /> +Was ever Man so stout and kind,<br /> +To leave his frighted Wife behind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Expos’d to such a sad Disaster.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her Necklace, Cloaths and Diamond Ring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The greedy Robber quickly fell to;</span><br /> +One Petticoat he let her bring<br /> +Away with Smock, and t’other Thing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To let her noble Heroe smell to.</span><br /> +<br /> +This Slight bred sad domestick Strife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ the Man’s to be commended;</span><br /> +For what’s a loving handsome Wife,<br /> +To a Man’s Money or his Life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all is lost when that is ended.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco009.png" width="134" height="25" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music023.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music023.png" width="556" height="215" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>S the Fryer he went along, and a poring in his Book,<br /> +At last he spy’d a Jolly brown Wench a washing of her Buck,<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing, <i>Stow the Fryer, stow the Fryer</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Fryer he pull’d out and a Jolly brown T——d as much as he could handle,<br /> +Fair Maid, quoth he, if thou earnest Fire in thy A—— come light me this same Candle.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing, <i>Stow the Fryer</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Maid she sh—— and a Jolly brown T—— out of her Jolly brown Hole,<br /> +Good Sir, quoth she, if you will a Candle light come blow me this same Cole.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing, <i>Stow the Fryer</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Part of the Sparks flew into the <i>North</i>, and part into the <i>South</i>,<br /> +And part of this jolly brown T—— flew into the Fryer’s Mouth.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing, <i>Stow the Fryer, stow the Fryer</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go</i>.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Lass of</i> <span class="smcap">Lynn’s</span> <i>sorrowful Lamentation<br /> +for the Loss of her Maiden-Head.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music024.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music024.png" width="556" height="340" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span> Am a young Lass of <i>Lynn</i>,<br /> +Who often said thank you too;<br /> +My Belly’s now almost to my Chin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot tell what to do</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +My being so free and kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Does make my Heart to rue;</span><br /> +The sad Effects of this I find,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And cannot tell what to do</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +My Petticoats which I wore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And likewise my Aprons too;</span><br /> +Alass, they are all too short before,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Was ever young Maid so crost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I who thank’d him too:</span><br /> +For why, my Maiden-head is lost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot tell what to do</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span>In sorrowful sort I cry’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And may now for ever rue;</span><br /> +The Pain lies in my Back and Side,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot tell what to do</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Alass I was kind and mild,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now the same I rue;</span><br /> +Having no Father for my Child,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +I took but a Touch in jest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Believe me this is true;</span><br /> +Yet I have proved, I protest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +He crav’d my Virginity,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave me his own in lieu;</span><br /> +In this I find I was too kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Each Damsel will me degrade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so will the young Men too;</span><br /> +I’m neither Widow, Wife, nor Maid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +A Cradle I must provide,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Chair and Posset too;</span><br /> +Nay, likewise twenty Things beside,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +When I was a Maiden fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such Sorrows I never knew;</span><br /> +But now my Heart is full of Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh what will become of me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Belly’s as big as two;</span><br /> +’Tis with a Two-legg’d Tympany,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I cannot tell what to do</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span>You Lasses that hear my Moan,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you will your Joys renew;</span><br /> +Besure, while Married, lye alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Or else you at length may rue</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +I came of as good a Race,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As most is in <i>Lynn</i>’s fair Town;</span><br /> +And cost a great deal bringing up,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But a little Thing laid me down</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The Jovial Tinker.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music025.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music025.png" width="557" height="556" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE was a Jovial Tinker,<br /> +Which was a good Ale drinker;<br /> +He never was a Shrinker,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Believe me this is true;</span><br /> +And he came from the wild of <i>Kent</i>,<br /> +When all his Money was gone and spent,<br /> +Which made him look like a <i>Jack-a-Lent</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Joan’s Ale is new,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Joan’s Ale is new Boys,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Joan’s Ale is new.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +The Tinker he did settle,<br /> +Most like a Man of Mettle,<br /> +And vow’d to pawn his Kettle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now mark what did ensue;</span><br /> +His Neighbours they flock’d in apace,<br /> +To see <i>Tom Tinker’s</i> comely Face,<br /> +Where they drank soundly for a space,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Cobler and the Broom Man,<br /> +Came next into the Room, Man,<br /> +And said they would drink for boon Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let each one take his due;</span><br /> +But when good Liquor they had found,<br /> +They cast their Caps upon the Ground,<br /> +And so the Tinker he drank round,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Rag-Man being weary,<br /> +With the Burden he did carry,<br /> +He swore he would be merry,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And spend a Shilling or two;</span><br /> +And he told his Hostess to her Face,<br /> +The Chimney-corner was his Place,<br /> +And he began to drink apace,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Pedlar he drew nigher,<br /> +For it was his desire,<br /> +To throw the Rags i’th’ Fire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And burn the bundle blue;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span>So whilst they drank whole Flashes,<br /> +And threw about the Glasses,<br /> +The Rags were burnt to Ashes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<h3><i>The Second</i> PART.</h3> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>ND then came in a Hatter,<br /> +To see what was the matter,<br /> +He scorn’d to drink cold Water,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amongst that Jovial Crew;</span><br /> +And like a Man of Courage stout,<br /> +He took the Quart-Pot by the Snout,<br /> +And never left till all was out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>O</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Taylor being nimble,<br /> +With Bodkin, Shears and Thimble,<br /> +He did no whit dissemble,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I think his name was <i>True</i>;</span><br /> +He said that he was like to choak,<br /> +And he call’d so fast for Lap and Smoak,<br /> +Until he had pawn’d the Vinegar Cloak,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then came a pitiful Porter,<br /> +Which often did resort there,<br /> +Quoth he, I’ll shew some Sport here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amongst the Jovial Crew;</span><br /> +The Porter he had very bad luck,<br /> +Before that it was ten a Clock,<br /> +The Fool got Drunk, and lost his Frock,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The bonny brave Shoe-maker,<br /> +A brave Tobacco taker,<br /> +He scorn’d to be a Quaker,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I think his Name was <i>Hugh</i>;</span><br /> +He call’d for Liquor in so fast,<br /> +Till he forgot his Awl and Last,<br /> +And up the Reckoning he did cast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span>And then came in the Weaver,<br /> +You never saw a braver,<br /> +With a Silk Man and a Glover,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Tom Tinker</i> for to view;</span><br /> +And so to welcom him to Town,<br /> +They every Man spent half a Crown,<br /> +And so the Drink went merrily down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then came a Drunken <i>Dutchman</i>,<br /> +And he would have a touch, Man,<br /> +But he soon took too much, Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which made them after rue;</span><br /> +He drank so long as I suppose,<br /> +’Till greasie Drops fell from his Nose,<br /> +And like a Beast befoul’d his Hose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +A <i>Welchman</i> he came next, Sir,<br /> +With Joy and Sorrow Mixt, Sir,<br /> +Who being partly vex’d, Sir,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He out his Dagger drew;</span><br /> +Cuts-plutter-a-nails, quoth <i>Taffy</i> then,<br /> +A <i>Welchman</i> is a Shentleman,<br /> +Come Hostess fill’s the other Cann,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For</i> Joan’s <i>Ale</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus like to Men of Courage stout,<br /> +Couragiously they drank about,<br /> +Till such time all the Ale was out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I may tell to you;</span><br /> +And when the Business was done,<br /> +They every man departed home,<br /> +And promis’d <i>Joan</i> again to come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>When she had Brew’d anew</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco010.png" width="108" height="73" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Soldiers Fortune: Or, the taking</i><br /> +Mardyke.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music026.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music026.png" width="568" height="708" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Hen first <i>Mardyke</i> was made a Prey,<br /> +’Twas Courage that carry’d the Fort away,<br /> +Then do not lose your Valours Prize,<br /> +By gazing on your Mistresses Eyes;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span>But put off your Petticoat-parley,<br /> +Potting and sotting, and laughing and quaffing Canary,<br /> +Will make a good Soldier miscarry:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never Travel for true Renown:</span><br /> +Then turn to your Marshal Mistress,<br /> +Fair <i>Minerva</i> the Soldier’s Sister is;<br /> +Rallying and sallying, with gashing and slashing of Wounds Sir,<br /> +With turning and burning of Towns, Sir,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is a high step to a great Man’s Throne.</span><br /> +<br /> +Let bold <i>Bellona’s</i> Brewer frown,<br /> +And his Tunn shall overflow the Town;<br /> +And give the Cobler Sword and Fate:<br /> +And a Tinker may trapan the State;<br /> +Such Fortunate Foes as these be,<br /> +Turn’d the Crown to a Cross at <i>Naseby</i>:<br /> +Father and Mother, Sister and Brother confounded,<br /> +And many a good Family wounded;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By a terrible turn of Fate,</span><br /> +He that can kill a Man, thunder and plunder the Town, Sir,<br /> +And pull his Enemies down, Sir,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In time may be an Officer great.</span><br /> +<br /> +It is the Sword does order all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes Peasants rise, and Princes fall;</span><br /> +All Sylogisms in vain are spilt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Logick like a Basket-hilt:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It handles ’em joint by joint Sir,</span><br /> +Quilling and drilling, and spilling, and Killing profoundly,<br /> +Until the Disputers on Ground lie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And have never a word to say;</span><br /> +Unless it be Quarter, Quarter, Truth is confuted by a Carter,<br /> +By stripping and nipping, and ripping and quipping Evasions,<br /> +Doth Conquer a Power of Perswasions,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Aristotle</i> hath lost the Day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span>The Musket bears so great a force,<br /> +To Learning it has no Remorse;<br /> +The Priest, the Layman, the Lord,<br /> +Find no distinction from the Sword;<br /> +Tan tarra, Tan tarra the Trumpet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now the Walls begin to crack,</span><br /> +The Councellors struck dumb too,<br /> +By the Parchment upon the Drum too;<br /> +Dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub an Alarum,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each Corporal now can out-dare ’em,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Learned <i>Littleton</i> goes to rack.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then since the Sword so bright doth shine,<br /> +We’ll leave our Wenches and our Wine,<br /> +And follow <i>Mars</i> where-e’er he runs,<br /> +And turn our Pots and Pipes to Guns.<br /> +The Bottles shall be Grenadoes,<br /> +We’ll bounce about the Bravado’s<br /> +By huffing and puffing, and snuffing and cuffing the <i>French</i> Boys,<br /> +Whose Brows have been dy’d in a Trench Boys;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well got Fame is a Warriour’s Wife,</span><br /> +The Drawer shall be the Drummer,<br /> +We’ll be Colonels all next Summer<br /> +By hiking and tilting, and pointing and jointing like brave Boys,<br /> +We shall have Gold or a Grave, Boys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there’s an end of a Soldier’s Life.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line003.png" width="551" height="28" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The</i> MISSES <i>Complaint.</i></h2> + +<h3><i>Tune</i>, Packington’s Pound.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music027.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/music027a.png" width="558" height="79" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/music027b.png" width="557" height="361" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>OW now Sister <i>Betteris</i>, why look you so sad?<br /> +<i>Gillian.</i> The times are so hard and our trading so bad,<br /> +That we in our Function no Money can gain,<br /> +Our Pride and our Bravery for to maintain.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bett.</i> True Sister, <i>Gillian</i>, I know it full well,<br /> +But what will you say if such News I do tell?<br /> +And how’t will rejoyce you, I’ll make it out plain,<br /> +Will make our Trade quick, and more Money will gain.<br /> +<br /> +There’s none of the pitiful Tribe we’ll be for,<br /> +And Six-penny Customers we will abhor;<br /> +For all those that will our Dominions invade,<br /> +Must pay for their sauce, we must live by our Trade.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gil.</i> Good Sister if you can make this but appear,<br /> +My Spirit and Senses you greatly will chear,<br /> +But a Famine of Flesh will bring all things to pass,<br /> +Or else we are as bad still as ever we was.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bett.</i> Lately a Counsel of Bauds there did meet,<br /> +In <i>Cock</i> and <i>Pye</i> Alley, near <i>Do-little</i> Street:<br /> +And who was the Counsel, and what was there done;<br /> +I’ll make it out to you as clear as the Sun.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span>From <i>Ratcliffe-highway</i>, and from <i>Nightingale-lane</i>,<br /> +Their Deputies come with a very fine Train:<br /> +Unto these two Couple come long sided <i>Sue</i>,<br /> +Is as good as e’er twang’d, if you give her her due.<br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Tower-Ditch</i> and <i>Hatton-Wall</i> sent in their Prayers,<br /> +And drest as compleatly as Horses to Fairs;<br /> +With them Jumping <i>Jenny</i> appear’d, as ’tis said,<br /> +Who ne’er in her Life of a Man was afraid.<br /> +<br /> +The two Metropolitans came from the Park,<br /> +As arch at the Game, as e’er plaid in the Dark;<br /> +Then <i>Lutener’s</i>-lane a gay Couple did bring,<br /> +Two better, I think, was ne’er stretch’d in hemp-string.<br /> +<br /> +There was many others from Places remote,<br /> +The which were too tedious for me here to note;<br /> +And what was their Business I here will declare,<br /> +How to keep our Trade in Repute they take care.<br /> +<br /> +And first for those Ladies that walk in the Night,<br /> +Their Aprons and Handkerchiefs they should be white,<br /> +And that they do walk more in Town than in Fields,<br /> +For that is the Place most Variety yields.<br /> +<br /> +And those that are over-much worn by their Trade,<br /> +Shall go in a Vessel, their Passage being paid;<br /> +The Venture of Cuckolds, ’tis called by Name,<br /> +And this is the way for to keep up our Fame.<br /> +<br /> +And this is the Ship which the Cuckolds have brought,<br /> +It lies at their Haven, and is to be frought:<br /> +And thither Whores rampant, that please may repair,<br /> +With Master and Captain to truck for their Ware.<br /> +<br /> +And for a Supply that our trade may increase,<br /> +For wanton Commodity it will grow less;<br /> +We’ll visit the Carriers, and take them up there,<br /> +And then for their Tutering we will take care.<br /> +<br /> +In this we shall ease all the Countries to do’t,<br /> +And do our selves Pleasure and Profit to boot;<br /> +For one that is crack’d in the Country before,<br /> +In <i>London</i> will make a spick and span Whore.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span>There’s many more Precepts which they did advise,<br /> +But these which I’ll give you here shall suffice:<br /> +And when you have heard them, I think you will say,<br /> +We ne’er were more likely to thrive in our way.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class="hanglg" style="padding-top: 1em"><i>Some Orders agreed upon at a General Consultation of the</i> Sisterhood +<i>of</i> Nightingale-lane, Ratcliff-high-way, Tower-Ditch, Rose-mary-lane, +Hatton-Wall, Saffron-hill, Wetstone’s-Park, Lutener’s-lane, <i>and other +Places adjacent, for the general Encouragement and Advancement of +their Occupation.</i></p> + + +<h3>I.</h3> + +<p class="hang"><span class="dropcap">T</span><i>Hat no</i> Night-walker <i>presume to go without a White Apron and +Handkerchief, the better to be seen.</i></p> + +<h3>II.</h3> + +<p class="hang"><i>To keep due Time and Hours, for fear of the Constable and his Watch.</i></p> + +<h3>III.</h3> + +<p class="hang"><i>That those which are over-worn, cast off and cashier’d, do repair to +the Ship called</i> (the Cuckolds Venture) <i>now riding at</i> Cuckolds +Haven, <i>thence to be transported over-Sea, to have their Breeches +repaired.</i></p> + +<h3>IV.</h3> + +<p class="hang"><i>That a due care be taken to visit the Carriers for crack’d +Maidenheads, for the use and increase of our Occupation.</i></p> + +<h3>V.</h3> + +<p class="hang"><i>That all honest Women belonging to either</i> Wittals <i>or</i> Cuckolds, <i>be +admitted to the principal Places in this Ship.</i></p> + +<h3>VI.</h3> + +<p class="hang"><i>And lastly, for the better State and Magnificence of the honourable +Corporation of</i> W——es, <i>’tis order’d that a Chariot be made to be +drawn by</i> Cuckolds, <i>the</i> Cuckold-makers <i>to drive, and the</i> Wittals +<i>to ride.</i></p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span></p> + +<h2 style="padding-bottom: 1em;"><i>The well approved Doctor:</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Or, an Infallible Cure for</i> <span class="smcap">Cuckolds</span>. <i>To<br /> +the foregoing Tune.</i></h2> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE is a fine Doctor now come to Town,<br /> +Whose practice in Physick hath gain’d him Renown,<br /> +In curing of Cuckolds he hath the best Skill,<br /> +By giving one Dose of his approved Pill.<br /> +<br /> +His Skill is well known, and his Practice is great,<br /> +Then come to the Doctor before ’tis too late;<br /> +His Med’cines are safe, and the Doctor is sure,<br /> +He takes none in Hand but he perfects, the Cure.<br /> +<br /> +The Doctor himself he doth freely unfold,<br /> +That he can Cure Cuckolds tho’ never so old;<br /> +He helps this Distemper in all sorts of Men,<br /> +At Forty and Fifty, yea, Threescore and Ten.<br /> +<br /> +There was an old Man lived near to the <i>Strand</i>,<br /> +Decripid and Feeble, scarce able to stand;<br /> +Who had been a Cuckold full Forty long Years,<br /> +But hearing of this how he prick’d up his Ears.<br /> +<br /> +Away to the Doctor he went with all speed,<br /> +Where he struck a bargain, they soon were agreed;<br /> +He cured his Forehead that nothing was seen,<br /> +And now he’s as brisk as a Youth of Fifteen.<br /> +<br /> +Now this being known, how his Fame it did ring,<br /> +And unto the Doctor much trading did bring;<br /> +They came to the Doctor out of e’ery Shire,<br /> +From all Parts and Places, yea both far and near.<br /> +<br /> +Both <i>Dutchmen</i> and <i>Scotchmen</i> to <i>London</i> did ride,<br /> +With <i>Shonny-ap-Morgan</i>, and Thousands beside;<br /> +Thus all sorts and sizes, both rich Men and poor,<br /> +They came in whole Cart-loads to this Doctor’s door.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span>Some whining, some weeping, some careful and sad,<br /> +And some was contented, and others born mad;<br /> +Some crooked, some straight Horns, and some overgrown,<br /> +The like in all Ages I think was ne’er known.<br /> +<br /> +Some rich and brave flourishing Cuckolds were there,<br /> +That came in whole Droves, Sir, as if to <i>Horn-Fair</i>;<br /> +For now there is hopes to be cur’d of their Grief,<br /> +The Doctor declares in the Fall of the Leaf.<br /> +<br /> +Let none be so foolish as now to neglect,<br /> +This Doctor’s great Kindness and civil Respect;<br /> +Tho’ rich Men may pay, yet the Poor may go free,<br /> +So kind and so courteous a Doctor is he.<br /> +<br /> +’Tis known he so worthy a Conscience doth make,<br /> +Poor Cuckolds he’ll cure them for Charity sake;<br /> +Nay, farther than this still his Love does enlarge,<br /> +Providing for them at his own Cost and Charge.<br /> +<br /> +But some are so wicked, that they will exclaim<br /> +Against their poor Wives, making ’em bare the Blame;<br /> +And will not look out in the least for a Cure,<br /> +But all their sad Pains and their Tortures endure.<br /> +<br /> +But ’tis without reason, for he that is born<br /> +Under such a Planet, is Heir to the Horn:<br /> +Then come to the Doctor both rich Men and Poor,<br /> +He’ll carefully cure you, what would you have more?<br /> +<br /> +The Term of his Time here the Doctor does write,<br /> +From six in the Morning ’till seven at Night;<br /> +Where in his own Chamber he still will remain,<br /> +At the Sign of the <i>Woodcock</i> in <i>Vinegar-lane</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco011.png" width="62" height="64" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg" style="padding-bottom: 1em"><i>The Doctor doth here likewise present you with the Receipt of his +Infallible Medicine, that those which have no occasion for it +themselves, may do good to their Neighbours and Acquaintances: And +take it here as followeth.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>AKE five Pound of Brains of your <i>December</i> Flies,<br /> +And forty true Tears from a <i>Crocodile’s</i> Eyes;<br /> +The Wit of a <i>Weasel</i>, the Wool of a <i>Frog</i>,<br /> +With an Ounce of Conserve of <i>Michaelmas</i> Fog.<br /> +<br /> +And make him a Poultis when he goes to Bed,<br /> +To bind to his Temples behind of his Head;<br /> +As hot as the Patient he well can endure,<br /> +And this is for Cuckolds an absolute Cure.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2 style="padding-bottom: 1em"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>.</h2> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">G</span>OOD Neighbour why do you look awry,<br /> +You are a wond’rous Stranger;<br /> +You walk about, you huff and pout,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if you’d burst with Anger:</span><br /> +Is it for that your Fortune’s great,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or you so Wealthy are?</span><br /> +Or live so high there’s none a-nigh<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That can with you compare?</span><br /> +But t’other Day I heard one say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Husband durst not show his Ears,</span><br /> +But like a Lout does walk about,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So full of Sighs and Fears:</span><br /> +Good Mrs. <i>Tart</i>, I caren’t a Fart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For you nor all your Jears.</span><br /> +<br /> +My Husband’s known for to be one,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That is most Chast and pure;</span><br /> +And so would be continually,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But for such Jades as you are:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span>You wash, you lick, you smug, you trick,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You toss a twire a grin;</span><br /> +You nod and wink, and in his Drink,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You strive to draw him in:</span><br /> +You Lie you Punck, you’re always Drunk,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now you Scold and make a Strife,</span><br /> +And like a Whore you run o’ th’ Score,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lead him a weary Life;</span><br /> +Tell me so again you dirty Quean,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I’ll pull you by the Quoif.</span><br /> +<br /> +Go dress those Brats, those nasty Rats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That have a Lear so drowzy;</span><br /> +With Vermin spread they look like Dead,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good Faith they’re always Lousie:</span><br /> +Pray hold you there, and do not swear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You are not half so sweet;</span><br /> +You feed yours up with bit and sup,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And give them a dirty Teat:</span><br /> +My Girls, my Boys, my only Joys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are better fed and taught than yours;</span><br /> +You lie you Flirt, you look like Dirt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I’ll kick you out of Doors;</span><br /> +A very good Jest, pray do your best,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Faith I’ll quit your Scores.</span><br /> +<br /> +Go, go you are a nasty Bear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Husband cannot bear it;</span><br /> +A nasty Quean as e’er was seen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Neighbours all can swear it:</span><br /> +A fulsome Trot and good for nought,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless it be to chat;</span><br /> +You stole a Spoon out of the Room,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Last Christning you were at:</span><br /> +You lye you Bitch you’ve got the Itch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Neighbours know you are not sound;</span><br /> +Look how you Claw with your nasty Paw,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I’ll fell you to the Ground;</span><br /> +You’ve tore my Hood, you shall make it good<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If it cost me Forty Pound.</span></p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Jovial</i> <span class="smcap">Cobler</span> <i>of St.</i> Hellens.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music028.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music028.png" width="557" height="332" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span> am a jovial Cobler bold and brave,<br /> +And as for Employment enough I have:<br /> +For to keep jogging my Hammer and Awl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit Singing and Whistling in my Stall,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Stall, Stall, whilst I sit Singing and Whistling in my Stall.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +But there’s <i>Dick</i> the Carman, and <i>Hodge</i> who drives the Dray<br /> +For Sixteen, or Eighteen Pence a Day,<br /> +Slave in the Dirt, whilst I with my Awl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Get more Money, sitting, sitting in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s <i>Tom</i> the Porter, Companion of the Pot,<br /> +Who stands in the Street with his Rope and Knot,<br /> +Waiting at a Corner to hear who will him call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I am getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s the jolly Broom-man, his Bread for to get,<br /> +Crys Brooms up and down in the open Street,<br /> +And one crys broken Glasses tho’ ne’er so small,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I am getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a></span>And there’s another gang of poor smutty Souls,<br /> +Doth trudge up and down to cry Small-coals;<br /> +With a Sack on their Back, at a Door stand and call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I am getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s another sort of Notes,<br /> +Who crys up and down old Suits and Coats;<br /> +And perhaps some Days get nothing at all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s the Jolly Cooper with his Hoops at his Back,<br /> +Who trudgeth up and down to see who lack<br /> +Their Casks to be made tite, with Hoops great and small,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s a Jolly Tinker that loves a bonny Lass,<br /> +Who trudges up and down to mend old Brass;<br /> +With his long smutty Punch to force holes withal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there is another old <i>Tom Terrah</i>,<br /> +Who up and down the City drives his Barrow;<br /> +To sell his Fruit both great and small,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there is the Blind and Lame, with a Wooden Leg,<br /> +Who up and down the City they forced are to beg<br /> +Some Crumbs of Comfort, the which are but small,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s a gang of Wenches who Oysters sell,<br /> +And Powder <i>Moll</i> with her sweet smell;<br /> +She trudges up and down with Powder and Ball,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there’s the jovial Girls with their Milking-Pails,<br /> +Who trudge up and down with their Draggle Tails:<br /> +Flip flapping at their Heels for Custom they call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whilst I sit getting Money, Money in my Stall</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a></span>’Tis these are the Gang who take great Pain,<br /> +And it is those who do me maintain;<br /> +But when it blows and rains I do pity them all,<br /> +<i>To see them trudge about while I am in my Stall</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +And there’s many more who slave and toil,<br /> +Their living to get, but it is not worth while,<br /> +To mention them, so I’ll sing in my Stall,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I am the happiest Mortal, Mortal of them all,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>All, all, I am the happiest Mortal, Mortal of them all.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line008.png" width="530" height="37" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The Merchant and the Fidler’s</i> <span class="smcap">Wife</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music029.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music029.png" width="558" height="333" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>T was a Rich Merchant Man,<br /> +That had both Ship and all;<br /> +And he would cross the salt Seas,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho’ his cunning it was but small.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Fidler and his Wife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They being nigh at hand;</span><br /> +Would needs go sail along with him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From <i>Dover</i> unto <i>Scotland</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a></span>The Fidler’s Wife look’d brisk,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which made the Merchant smile;</span><br /> +He made no doubt to bring it about,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Fidler to beguile.</span><br /> +<br /> +Is this thy Wife the Merchant said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She looks like an honest Spouse;</span><br /> +Ay that she is, the Fidler said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever trod on Shoes.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thy Confidence is very great,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Merchant then did say;</span><br /> +If thou a Wager darest to bet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll tell thee what I will lay.</span><br /> +<br /> +I’ll lay my Ship against thy Fiddle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all my Venture too;</span><br /> +So <i>Peggy</i> may gang along with me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Cabin for to View.</span><br /> +<br /> +If she continues one Hour with me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy true and constant Wife;</span><br /> +Then shalt thou have my Ship and be,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Merchant all thy Life.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Fidler was content,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He Danc’d and Leap’d for joy;</span><br /> +And twang’d his Fiddle in merriment,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>Peggy</i> he thought was Coy.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Peggy</i> she went along,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Cabin for to View;</span><br /> +And after her the Merchant-Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did follow, we found it true.</span><br /> +<br /> +When they were once together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Fidler was afraid;</span><br /> +For he crep’d near in pitious fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus to <i>Peggy</i> he said.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a></span>Hold out, sweet <i>Peggy</i> hold out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the space of two half Hours;</span><br /> +If thou hold out, I make no doubt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the Ship and Goods are ours.</span><br /> +<br /> +In troth, sweet <i>Robin</i>, I cannot,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hath got me about the Middle;</span><br /> +He’s lusty and strong, and hath laid me along,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O <i>Robin</i> thou’st lost thy Fiddle.</span><br /> +<br /> +If I have lost my Fiddle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then am I a Man undone;</span><br /> +My Fiddle whereon I so often play’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Away I needs must run.</span><br /> +<br /> +O stay the Merchant said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thou shalt keep thy place;</span><br /> +And thou shalt have thy Fiddle again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But <i>Peggy</i> shall carry the Case.</span><br /> +<br /> +Poor <i>Robin</i> hearing that,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He look’d with a Merry-chear;</span><br /> +His wife she was pleas’d, and the Merchant was eas’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And jolly and brisk they were.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Fidler he was mad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But valu’d it not a Fig;</span><br /> +Then <i>Peggy</i> unto her Husband said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kind <i>Robin</i> play us a Jigg.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then he took up his Fiddle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And merrily he did play;</span><br /> +The <i>Scottish Jigg</i> and the <i>Horn pipe</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eke the <i>Irish Hey</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +It was but in vain to grieve,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Deed it was done and past;</span><br /> +Poor <i>Robin</i> was born to carry the Horn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>Peggy</i> could not be Chast.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a></span>Then Fidlers all beware,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Wives are kind you see;</span><br /> +And he that’s made for the Fidling Trade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must never a Merchant be.</span><br /> +<br /> +For <i>Peggy</i> she knew right well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although she was but a Woman;</span><br /> +That Gamesters Drink, and Fidlers Wives,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are ever Free and Common.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line009.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The Unconstant</i> <span class="smcap">Woman</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music030.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music030.png" width="556" height="334" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">D</span>ID you not hear of a gallant Sailor,<br /> +Whose Pockets they were lin’d with Gold;<br /> +He fell in Love with a pretty Creature,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I to you the Truth unfold:</span><br /> +With a kind Salute, and without Dispute,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He thought to gain her for his own,</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She has gone and left me all alone.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a></span>Don’t you remember my pretty <i>Peggy</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Oaths and Vows which you made to me:</span><br /> +All in the Chamber we were together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That you would ne’er unconstant be:</span><br /> +But you prove strange Love, and from me range,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leave me here to Sigh and Moan;</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman is true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s gone and left me all alone.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +As I have Gold you shall have Treasure,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or any dainty kind of thing;</span><br /> +Thou may’st command all Delights and Pleasure,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And what you’d have, Love, I would you bring:</span><br /> +But you prove shy, and at last deny,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Him that admires you alone;</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s left me here to make my moan.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +When first I saw your charming Beauty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I stood like one all in amaze;</span><br /> +I study’d only how to pay Duty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And could not speak but only gaze,</span><br /> +At last said I, fair Maid comply,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ease a wretched Lover’s Moan;</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s gone and left me here alone.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +I made her Presents of Rings and Jewels,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Diamond Stones I gave her too;</span><br /> +She took them kindly, and call’d me Jewel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said her Love to me was true:</span><br /> +But in the end she prov’d unkind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I thought she had been my own;</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +For three Months time we saw each other,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she oft said she’d be my Wife;</span><br /> +I had her Father’s Consent and Mother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought to have liv’d a happy Life:</span><br /> +She’d laugh and toy both Night and Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But at length she chang’d her Tone;</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman, proves true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s left me now to make my Moan.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a></span>Many a time we have walk’d together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both Hand in Hand to an Arbour green;</span><br /> +Where Tales of Love in Sun-shiny Weather,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We did discourse and were not seen:</span><br /> +With a kind Salute we did dispute,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While we together were alone:</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman she’s true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s gone and left me here alone.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Since <i>Peggy</i> has my kindness slighted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll never trust a Woman more;</span><br /> +’Twas in her alone I e’er delighted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But since she’s false I’ll leave the Shoar:</span><br /> +In Ship I’ll enter, on Seas I’ll venture,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sail the World where I’m not known:</span><br /> +<i>Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>She’s gone and left me here alone.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line010.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>Sorrow banish’d in a</i> <span class="smcap">Mug</span>. <i>The Words</i><br /> +<i>by Sir</i> Edward Morgan.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music031.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music031a.png" width="556" height="352" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music031b.png" width="553" height="292" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>F Sorrow the Tyrant invade thy Breast,<br /> +Haul out the foul Fiend by the Lug, the Lug,<br /> +Let nought of to morrow disturb thy Rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But dash out his Brains with a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +If Business unluckily goes not well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let the fond Fools their Affections hug,</span><br /> +To shew our Allegiance we’ll go to the Bell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And banish Despair in a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +<br /> +If thy Wife proves not one of the Best, the Best,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But admits no time but to think, to think;</span><br /> +Or the weight of thy Forehead bow down thy Crest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Divert the dull <i>Damon</i> with Drink, with Drink,</span><br /> +If Miss prove peevish and will not gee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ne’er pine, ne’er pine at the wanton Pug,</span><br /> +But find out a fairer, a kinder than she,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And banish Dispair in a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +<br /> +If dear Assignation be crost, be crost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Mistress go home in a rage, a rage;</span><br /> +Let not thy poor Heart like a Ship be tost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But with a brisk Brimmer engage, engage:</span><br /> +What if the fine Fop and the Mask fall out.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the one Hug, and t’other Tug,</span><br /> +While they pish and fie, we will frolick in Stout,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And banish all Care in a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a></span>If toying young <i>Damon</i> by <i>Sylvia’s</i> Charms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At length should look pale and perplexed be;</span><br /> +To cure the Distemper and ease those harms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go straight to the <i>Globe</i> and ask Number three:</span><br /> +There beauties like <i>Venus</i> thou canst not lack,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be kind to them, they will sweetly hug;</span><br /> +There’s choice of the Fairest, the Brown or the Black.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then banish Despair in a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +<br /> +Let then no Misfortune e’er make thee dull,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But drink away care in a Jug, a Jug;</span><br /> +Then let not thy Tide steal away, but pull,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Carouse away though in a Mug, a Mug:</span><br /> +While others for Greatness and Fortune’s doom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While they for their Ambition tug;</span><br /> +We’ll sit close and snug in a Sea-coal Room,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And banish Despair in a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +<br /> +Let Zealots o’er Coffee new Plots devise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lace with fresh Treason the Pagan Drug;</span><br /> +Whilst our Loyal Blood flows our Veins shall shine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like our Faces inspir’d with a Mug, a Mug:</span><br /> +Let Sectaries dream of Alarms, Alarms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Fools still for new changes tug;</span><br /> +While fam’d for our Loyalty we’ll stand to our Arms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drink the King’s Health in a Mug, a Mug.</span><br /> +<br /> +Come then to the Queen let the next Advance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all Loyal Lads of true <i>English</i> Race;</span><br /> +Who hate the stum Poison of <i>Spain</i> and <i>France</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or to <i>Bourdeux</i> or <i>Burgundy</i> do give place;</span><br /> +The Flask and the Bottle breeds Ach and Gout,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whilst we, we all the Season lie snug;</span><br /> +Neither <i>Spaniard</i> nor <i>Flemming</i>, can vie with our Stout,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shall submit to the Mug, the Mug.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco001.png" width="217" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Good Fellow. Words by Mr.</i><br /> +Alex. Brome.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music032.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music032.png" width="557" height="470" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="dropcap2">S</span>Tay, stay, shut the Gates,</span><br /> +T’other Quart, faith, it is not so late<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">As you’re thinking,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Those Stars which you see,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In this Hemisphere be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the Studs in your Cheeks by your Drinking:</span><br /> +The Sun is gone to Tiple all Night in the Sea Boys,<br /> +To Morrow he’ll blush that he’s paler than we Boys,<br /> +Drink Wine, give him Water, ’tis Sack makes us jee Boys.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fill, fill up the Glass,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the next merry Lad let it pass,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Come away with’t:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come Set Foot to Foot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And but give our Minds to’t,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis Heretical Six that doth slay Wit,</span><br /> +No Helicon like to the Juice of the Vine is,<br /> +For <i>Phœbus</i> had never had Wit, nor Diviness,<br /> +Had his Face been bow dy’d as thine, his, and mine is.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Drink, drink off your Bowls,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We’ll enrich both our Heads and our Souls</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With Canary;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Carbuncled Face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Saves a tedious Race,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the <i>Indies</i> about us we carry:</span><br /> +Then hang up good Faces, we’ll drink till our Noses<br /> +Give freedom to speak what our Fancy disposes,<br /> +Beneath whose protection is under the Roses.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">This, this must go round,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Off your Hats, till that the Pavement be Crown’d</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With your Beavers;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Red-coated Face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Frights a Searjeant at Mace,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Constable trembles to shivers:</span><br /> +In state march our Faces like those of the <i>Quorum</i>,<br /> +When the Wenches fall down and the Vulgar adore’em,<br /> +And our Noses, like Link-boys, run shining before’em.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line011.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The Nymphs Holiday. The Tune of the<br /> +Nightingale.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music033.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/music033a.png" width="554" height="175" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<img src="images/music033b.png" width="556" height="322" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">U</span>Pon a Holiday, when Nymphs had leave to play,<br /> +I walk’d unseen, on a pleasant Green,<br /> +Where I heard a Maid in an angry Spleen,<br /> +Complaining to a Swain, to leave his drudging Pain,<br /> +And sport with her upon the Plain;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But he the silly Clown,</span><br /> +Regardless of her Moan, did leave her all alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still she cry’d, come away, come away bonny Lad come away,</span><br /> +I cannot come, I will not come, I cannot come, my<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Work’s not done,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was all the Words this Clown did say.</span><br /> +<br /> +She vex’d in her Mind to hear this Lad’s reply,<br /> +To <i>Venus</i> she went, in great Discontent,<br /> +To desire her Boy with his Bow ready bent,<br /> +To take a nimble Dart, and strike him to the Heart,<br /> +For disobeying her Commandment:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Cupid</i> then gave the Swain such a Bang,</span><br /> +As made him to gang with this bonny Lass along,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still she cry’d, come away, come away bonny Lad, come hither,</span><br /> +I come, I come, I come, I come, I come, I come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So they gang’d along together.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>Good Honest Trooper take warning by</i> <span class="smcap">Donald Cooper</span>. <i>To the Tune of</i> +Daniel Cooper.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music034.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music034.png" width="554" height="442" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> Bonny Lad came to the Court,<br /> +His Name was <i>Donald Cooper</i>,<br /> +And he Petition’d to the King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he might be a Trooper:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He said that he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">By Land and Sea,</span><br /> +Had fought to Admiration,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And with <i>Montross</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Had many blows,</span><br /> +Both for his King and Nation.<br /> +<br /> +The King did his Petition grant,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said he lik’d him dearly,</span><br /> +Which gave to <i>Donald</i> more content,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than Twenty Shillings yearly:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">This wily Leard</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Rode in the Guard,</span><br /> +And lov’d a strong Beer Barrel;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yet stout enough,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To Fight and Cuff,</span><br /> +But was not given to Quarrel.<br /> +<br /> +Till on a <i>Saturday</i> at Night,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He walked in the Park, Sir;</span><br /> +And there he kenn’d a well fair Lass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When it was almost dark, Sir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Poor <i>Donald</i> he</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Drew near to see,</span><br /> +And kist her bonny Mow, Sir;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He laid her flat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Upon her back,</span><br /> +And bang’d her side Weam too, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +He took her by the Lilly white Hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kiss’d his bonny <i>Mary</i>,</span><br /> +Then they did to the Tavern go,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where they did drink Canary;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When he was Drunk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In came a Punck,</span><br /> +And ask’d gan he would Mow her;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then he again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With Might and Main,</span><br /> +Did bravely lay her o’er, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +Poor <i>Donald</i> he rose up again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As nothing did him ail, Sir;</span><br /> +But little kenn’d this bonny Lass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had Fire about her Tail, Sir:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When Night was spent</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then Home he went,</span><br /> +And told it with a Hark, Sir;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">How he did Kiss</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A dainty Miss,</span><br /> +And lifted up the Sark, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a></span>But e’er a Month had gone about,<br /> +Poor <i>Donald</i> walked sadly:<br /> +And every yean enquir’d of him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What gar’d him leuk so badly:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Wench, quoth he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gave Snuff to me,</span><br /> +Out of her Placket box, Sir;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And I am sure,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">She prov’d a Whore,</span><br /> +And given to me the Pox, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +Poor <i>Donald</i> he being almost Dead,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was turn’d out of the Guard, Sir;</span><br /> +And never could get in again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although he was a Leard, Sir:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When <i>Mars</i> doth meet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With <i>Venus</i> sweet,</span><br /> +And struggles to surrender;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The Triumph’s lost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then never trust</span><br /> +A Feminine Commander.<br /> +<br /> +Poor <i>Donald</i> he went home again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because he lost his Place, Sir;</span><br /> +For playing of a Game at Whisk,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turning up an Ace, Sir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye Soldiers all,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Both great and small,</span><br /> +A Foot-man or a Trooper;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When you behold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Wench that’s bold</span><br /> +Remember <i>Donald Cooper</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco001.png" width="217" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Jovial Drinker.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music035.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music035.png" width="555" height="337" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> Pox on those Fools, who exclaim against Wine,<br /> +And fly the dear sweets that the Bottle doth bring;<br /> +It heightens the Fancy, the Wit does refine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he that was first Drunk was made the first King.</span><br /> +<br /> +By the help of good Claret old Age becomes Youth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sick Men still find this the only Physitian;</span><br /> +Drink largely, you’ll know by experience, the Truth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he that drinks most is the best Politician.</span><br /> +<br /> +To Victory this leads on the brave Cavalier,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And makes all the Terrors of War, but Delight;</span><br /> +This flushes his Courage, and beats off base Fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas that taught <i>Cæsar</i> and <i>Pompey</i> to fight.</span><br /> +<br /> +This supports all our Friends, and knocks down our Foes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This makes us all Loyal Men from Courtier to Clown;</span><br /> +Like <i>Dutchmen</i> from Brandy, from this our Strength grows<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So ’tis Wine, noble Wine, that’s a Friend to the Crown.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Sexton’s</i> SONG.</h2> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hanglg"><i>Sung by</i> <span class="smcap">Ben. Johnson</span>, <i>in the Play of</i> Hamlet <i>Prince of</i> Denmark, +<i>acting the</i> <i>Grave maker.</i></p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music036.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music036.png" width="557" height="343" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>Nce more to these Arms my lov’d Pick-ax and Spade,<br /> +With the rest of the Tools that belong to my Trade;<br /> +I that Buried others am rose from the Dead,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring, a Ring, Ring, a Ring, and Dig a Dig, Dig.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +My Thoughts are grown easie, my Mind is at rest,<br /> +Since Things at the worst are now grown to the best,<br /> +And I and the Worms that long fasted shall Feast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +How I long to be Measuring and cleaving the Ground,<br /> +And commending the Soil for the Sculls shall be found,<br /> +Whose thickness alone, not the Soil makes them sound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a></span>Look you Masters, I’ll cry, may the Saints ne’er me save,<br /> +If this ben’t as well contriv’d sort of a Grave,<br /> +As a Man could wish on such occasion to have,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Observe but the make of’t, I’ll by you be try’d,<br /> +And the Coffin so fresh there that lies on that side,<br /> +It’s Fifty Years since he that owns it has dy’d.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +I hope to remember your Friend in a Bowl,<br /> +An honest good Gentleman, God rest his Soul,<br /> +He has that for a Ducket is worth a Pistole,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +At Marriages next I’ll affirm it and swear,<br /> +If the Bride would be private so great was my Care,<br /> +That not a Soul knew that the Priest joyn’d the Pair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +When I myself whisper’d and told it about<br /> +What Door they’d go in at, what Door they’d go out,<br /> +To receive the Salutes of the Rabble and Rout,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +At Chris’nings I’ll sit with abundance of Joy,<br /> +And Drink to the Health of the Girl or the Boy,<br /> +At the same I wish that Fate both would destroy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>That I may Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +What e’er’s my Religion, my Meaning’s to Thrive,<br /> +So the Child that is born, to the Font but survive,<br /> +No matter how short it’s continuance alive,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>That I may Ring</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hear then my good Neighbours attend to my cry,<br /> +And bravely get Children, and decently die,<br /> +No Sexton now breathing shall use you as I,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a Ring a Ring, Ring a Ring, Dig a Dig, Dig.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Great</i> BOOBEE.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music037.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music037.png" width="552" height="318" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">M</span>Y Friend if you would understand,<br /> +My Fortunes what they are;<br /> +I once had Cattle House and Land,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now I am never the near:</span><br /> +My Father left a good Estate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I may tell to thee;</span><br /> +I couzened was of all I had,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +I went to School with a good intent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for to learn my Book;</span><br /> +And all the Day I went to play,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In it I never did look:</span><br /> +Full seven Years, or very nigh,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I may tell to thee;</span><br /> +I could hardly say my Criss-Cross-Row,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +My Father then in all the hast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did set me to the Plow;</span><br /> +And for to lash the Horse about,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Indeed I knew not how:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a></span>My Father took his Whip in Hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soundly lashed me;</span><br /> +He called me Fool and Country Clown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +But I did from my Father run,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I would Plow no more;</span><br /> +Because he had so lashed me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made my sides so sore:</span><br /> +But I will go to <i>London</i> Town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some Fashions for to see;</span><br /> +When I came there they call’d me Clown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +But as I went along the Street,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I carried my Hat in my Hand,</span><br /> +And to every one that I did meet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I bravely Buss’d my Hand:</span><br /> +Some did laugh, and some did scoff,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some did mock at me;</span><br /> +And some did say I was a Woodcock,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then I did walk in hast to <i>Paul’s</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Steeple for to view;</span><br /> +Because I heard some People say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It should be builded new;</span><br /> +Then I got up unto the Top,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The City for to see;</span><br /> +It was so high it made me cry,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +From thence I went to <i>Westminster</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for to see the Tombs:</span><br /> +Oh, said I, what a House is here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With an infinite sight of Rooms:</span><br /> +Sweetly the Abby Bells did Ring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was a fine sight to see;</span><br /> +Methought I was going to Heav’n in a String,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a></span>But as I went along the Street,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The most part of the Day;</span><br /> +Many Gallants I did meet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Methought they were very gay:</span><br /> +I blew my Nose and pist my Hose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some People did me see:</span><br /> +They said I was a Beastly Fool:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Next Day I thro’ <i>Pye-corner</i> past,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Roast-meat on the Stall;</span><br /> +Invited me to take a Taste,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Money was but small:</span><br /> +The Meat I pickt, the Cook me kickt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I may tell to thee;</span><br /> +He beat me sore and made me roar,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +As I thro’ <i>Smithfield</i> lately walkt,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A gallant Lass I met:</span><br /> +Familiarly with me she talk’t,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which I cannot forget:</span><br /> +She proferr’d me a Pint of Wine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Methought she was wondrous free,</span><br /> +To the Tavern then I went with her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +She told me we were near of Kin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And call’d for Wine good store;</span><br /> +Before the Reckoning was brought in,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Cousin prov’d a Whore:</span><br /> +My Purse she pickt, and went away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Cousin couzened me,</span><br /> +The Vintner kickt me out of Door;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +At the <i>Exchange</i> when I came there,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I saw most gallant things;</span><br /> +I thought the Pictures living were,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of all our English Kings:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a></span>I doft my Hat and made a Leg,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kneeled on my Knee;</span><br /> +The People laugh’d and call’d me Fool,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +To <i>Paris-Garden</i> then I went,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where there is great resort;</span><br /> +My Pleasure was my Punishment,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I did not like the Sport:</span><br /> +The Garden-Bull with his stout Horns,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On high then tossed me;</span><br /> +I did bewray my self with fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Bearward went to save me then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The People flock’d about;</span><br /> +I told the Bear-Garden-Men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Guts they were almost out:</span><br /> +They said I stunk most grievously,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Man would pity me;</span><br /> +They call’d me witless Fool and Ass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then o’er the water I did pass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you shall understand;</span><br /> +I dropt into the Thames, alass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before I came to Land:</span><br /> +The Waterman did help me out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus did say to me;</span><br /> +’Tis not thy fortune to be drown’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Like a great Boobee</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +But I have learned so much Wit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall shorten all my Cares;</span><br /> +If I can but a Licence get,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To play before the Bears:</span><br /> +’Twould be a gallant Place indeed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I may tell to thee:</span><br /> +Then who dares call me Fool or Ass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Or great Boobee</i>.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>Set by Mr.</i> Jeremiah Clark,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leveridge</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music038.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music038.png" width="557" height="797" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Hen Maids live to Thirty, yet never repented,<br /> +When <i>Europe’s</i> at Peace and all <i>England</i> contented,<br /> +When Gamesters won’t Swear, and no bribery thrives,<br /> +Young Wives love old Husbands, young Husbands old Wives;<br /> +When Landlords love Taxes, and Soldiers love Peace:<br /> +And Lawyers forget a rich Client to Fleece:<br /> +When an old Face shall please as well as a new,<br /> +Wives, Husbands, and Lovers will ever be true.<br /> +<br /> +When Bullies leave huffing and Cowards their Trembling,<br /> +And Courtiers and Women and Priests their Dissembling,<br /> +When these shall do nothing against what they teach,<br /> +Pluralities hate, and we mind what they Preach:<br /> +When Vintners leave Brewing to draw the Wine pure,<br /> +And Quacks by their Medicines kill less than they Cure,<br /> +When an old Face shall please as well as a new,<br /> +Wives, Husbands and Lovers will ever be true.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line012.png" width="427" height="158" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>Words to a Tune of</i> Mr. <span class="smcap">Barret’s</span>, <i>call’d<br /> +the</i> <span class="smcap">Catherine</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music039.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music039.png" width="556" height="837" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>N the pleasant Month of <i>May</i>,<br /> +When the merry, merry Birds began to sing;<br /> +And the Blossoms fresh and gay;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Usher’d in the welcome Spring,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When the long cold Winter’s gone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the bright enticing Moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In the Evening sweetly shon:</span><br /> +When the bonny Men and Maids tript it on the Grass;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">At a jolly Country Fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When the Nymphs in the best appear;</span><br /> +We resolv’d to be free, with a Fiddle and a She,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E’ery Shepherd and his Lass.</span><br /> +<br /> +In the middle of the Sport,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the Fiddle went brisk and the Glass went round,</span><br /> +And the Pretty gay Nymphs for Court,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With their Merry Feet beat the Ground;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Little <i>Cupid</i> arm’d unseen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With a Bow and Dart stole in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With a conquering Air and Mien,</span><br /> +And empty’d his Bow thro’ the Nymphs and the Swains;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">E’ery Shepherd and his Mate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Soon felt their pleasing Fate,</span><br /> +And longing to try in Enjoyment to die,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love reign’d o’er all the Plains.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now the sighing Swain gave o’er,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the wearied Nymphs could dance no more,</span><br /> +There were other Thoughts that mov’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E’ery pretty kind Pair that Lov’d:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In the Woods the Shepherds lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And mourn’d the time away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the Nymphs as well as they,</span><br /> +Long’d to taste what it is that their Senses cloys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till at last by consent of Eyes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">E’ery Swain with his pretty Nymph flies,</span><br /> +E’ery Buxom She retires with her He,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To act Love’s solid Joys.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> Scotch <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Lucas</span> <i>at<br /> +the Old</i> <span class="smcap">Theatre</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music040.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music040a.png" width="562" height="830" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music040b.png" width="555" height="219" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>Y Moon-light on the Green,<br /> +Our bonny Lasses Cooing;<br /> +And dancing there I’ve seen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who seem’d alone worth Wooing:</span><br /> +Her Skin like driven Snow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Hair brown as a Berry:</span><br /> +Her Eyes black as a Slow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Lips red as a Cherry.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh how she tript it, skipt it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leapt it, stept it, whiskt it,</span><br /> +Friskt it, whirld it, twirl’d it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swimming, springing, starting:</span><br /> +So quick, the tune to nick,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a heave and a toss:</span><br /> +And a jerk at parting,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a heave, and a toss, and a jerk at parting.</span><br /> +<br /> +As she sat down I bowed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And veil’d my bonnet to her;</span><br /> +Then took her from the Crowd,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Honey words to woo her;</span><br /> +Sweet blithest Lass, quoth I,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It being bleaky Weather:</span><br /> +I prithee let us try,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Another Dance together;</span><br /> +<i>Oh how she</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a></span>Whilst suing thus I stood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth she, pray leave your fooling;</span><br /> +Some Dancing heats the Blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yours I fear lacks cooling:</span><br /> +Still for a Dance I pray’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we at last had Seven;</span><br /> +And whilst the Fiddle play’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She thought her self in Heaven,</span><br /> +<i>Oh how she</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +At last she with a Smile,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Dance again desir’d me;</span><br /> +Quoth I, pray stay a while,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For now good faith ye’ve tir’d me:</span><br /> +With that she look’d on me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sigh’d with muckle sorrow;</span><br /> +Than gang ye’ar gate, quoth she,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Dance again to morrow.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco012.png" width="316" height="129" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Quaker’s Song</span>. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> Willis<br /> +<i>at the New Play-House.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music041.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music041.png" width="556" height="584" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>Mongst the pure ones all,<br /> +Which Conscience doth profess;<br /> +And yet that sort of Conscience,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth practice nothing less:</span><br /> +I mean the Sect of those Elect,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That loath to live by Merit;</span><br /> +That leads their Lives with other Mens Wives,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">According unto the Spirit.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a></span>One met with a Holy Sister of ours,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Saint who dearly lov’d him:</span><br /> +And fain he would have kiss’d her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because the Spirit mov’d him:</span><br /> +But she deny’d, and he reply’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’re damn’d unless you do it;</span><br /> +Therefore consent, do not repent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Spirit doth move me to it.</span><br /> +<br /> +She not willing to offend, poor Soul,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yielded unto his Motion;</span><br /> +And what these two did intend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was out of pure Devotion:</span><br /> +To lye with a Friend and a Brother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She thought she shou’d die no Sinner,</span><br /> +But e’er five Months were past,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Spirit was quick within her.</span><br /> +<br /> +But what will the Wicked say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they shall here of this Rumour;</span><br /> +They’d laugh at us every Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Scoff us in every Corner:</span><br /> +Let ’em do so still if that they will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We mean not to follow their Fashion,</span><br /> +They’re none of our Sect, nor of our Elect,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor none of our Congregation.</span><br /> +<br /> +But when the time was come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That she was to be laid;</span><br /> +It was no very great Crime,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Committed by her they said:</span><br /> +’Cause they did know, and she did show,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas done by a Friend and a Brother,</span><br /> +But a very great Sin they said it had been,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If it had been done by another.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco011.png" width="62" height="64" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music042.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music042.png" width="559" height="638" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>S Oyster <i>Nan</i> stood by her Tub,<br /> +To shew her vicious Inclination;<br /> +She gave her noblest Parts a Scrub,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sigh’d for want of Copulation:</span><br /> +A Vintner of no little Fame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who excellent Red and White can sell ye,</span><br /> +Beheld the little dirty Dame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she stood scratching of her Belly.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a></span>Come in, says he, you silly Slut,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis now a rare convenient Minute;</span><br /> +I’ll lay the Itching of your Scut,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Except some greedy Devil be in it:</span><br /> +With that the Flat-capt Fusby smil’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And would have blush’d, but that she cou’d not;</span><br /> +Alass! says she, we’re soon beguil’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Men to do those things we shou’d not.</span><br /> +<br /> +From Door they went behind the Bar,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As it’s by common Fame reported;</span><br /> +And there upon a Turkey Chair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unseen the loving Couple sported:</span><br /> +But being call’d by Company,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he was taking pains to please her;</span><br /> +I’m coming, coming Sir, says he,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Dear, and so am I, says she, Sir.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her Mole-hill Belly swell’d about,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into a Mountain quickly after;</span><br /> +And when the pretty Mouse crept out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Creature caus’d a mighty Laughter:</span><br /> +And now she has learnt the pleasing Game,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’ much Pain and Shame it cost her;</span><br /> +She daily ventures at the same,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shuts and opens like an Oyster.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line013.png" width="554" height="37" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Irish</span> <i>Jigg: Or, the Night Ramble.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music043.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music043a.png" width="551" height="187" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music043b.png" width="554" height="83" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>NE Night in my Ramble I chanc’d to see,<br /> +A thing like a Spirit, it frightened me;<br /> +I cock’d up my Hat and resolv’d to look big,<br /> +And streight fell a Tuning the <i>Irish Jigg</i>.<br /> +<br /> +The Devil drew nearer and nearer in short,<br /> +I found it was one of the Petticoat sort;<br /> +My Fears being over, I car’d not a Fig,<br /> +But still I kept tuning the <i>Irish Jigg</i>.<br /> +<br /> +And then I went to her, resolving to try her;<br /> +I put her agog of a longing desire;<br /> +I told her I’d give her a Whip for her Gig,<br /> +And a Scourge to the Tune of the <i>Irish Jigg</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Then nothing but Dancing our Fancy could please,<br /> +We lay on the Grass and Danc’d at our ease;<br /> +I down’d with my Breeches and off with my Whigg,<br /> +And we fell a Dancing the <i>Irish Jigg</i>.<br /> +<br /> +I thank you, kind Sir, for your kindness, said she,<br /> +The Scholar’s as Wise as the Master can be;<br /> +For if you should chance to get me with Kid,<br /> +I’ll lay the poor Brat to the <i>Irish Jigg</i>.<br /> +<br /> +The Dance being ended as you may see,<br /> +We rose by Consent and we both went away;<br /> +I put on my Cloaths and left her to grow big,<br /> +And so I went Roaring the <i>Irish Jigg</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco013.png" width="216" height="62" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music044.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music044.png" width="554" height="465" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>T was a happy Golden Day,<br /> +When fair <i>Althea</i> Kind and Gay,<br /> +Put all but Love and me away;<br /> +I arm’d with soft Words did Address,<br /> +Sweet and kind Kisses far express,<br /> +A greater Joy and Happiness.<br /> +<br /> +Nature the best Instructeress cry’d,<br /> +Her Ivory Pillows to divide,<br /> +That Love might Sail with Wind and Tide;<br /> +She rais’d the Mast and sail’d by it,<br /> +That Day two Tides together met,<br /> +Drove him on Shore soon dropping wet.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music045.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music045.png" width="554" height="580" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>H! <i>Cælia</i> how can you be Cruel and Fair?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Since removing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The Charms that are loving,</span><br /> +’Twould make a poor Lover Despair;<br /> +’Tis true, I have lov’d you these seven long Years & more,<br /> +Too long for a Man that ne’er was in Love before:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if longer you my Caresses deny,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I then am resolv’d to give over my Flames and die.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a></span>Love fires the Heart of him that is Brave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Charms the Spirit</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Of him that is merit,</span><br /> +And makes the poor Lover a Slave;<br /> +Dull sordid Souls that never knew how to Love,<br /> +Where Nature is plung’d, ’tis a shame to the best above:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if any longer you my Caresses deny,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I then am resolv’d to give over my Flames and die.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line014.png" width="521" height="39" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music046.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music046.png" width="551" height="418" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE was a Knight and he was Young,<br /> +A riding along the way, Sir;<br /> +And there he met a Lady fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among the Cocks of Hay, Sir:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a></span>Quoth he, shall you and I Lady,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among the Grass lye down a;</span><br /> +And I will have a special Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of rumpling of your Gown a.</span><br /> +<br /> +If you will go along with me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto my Father’s Hall, Sir;</span><br /> +You shall enjoy my Maiden-head,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my Estate and all, Sir:</span><br /> +So he mounted her on a milk-white Steed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Himself upon another;</span><br /> +And then they rid upon the Road,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like Sister and like Brother.</span><br /> +<br /> +And when she came to her Father’s House,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which was moated round about, Sir;</span><br /> +She stepped streight within the Gate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shut this Young Knight out, Sir,</span><br /> +Here is a Purse of Gold, she said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take it for your Pains, Sir;</span><br /> +And I will send my Father’s Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To go home with you again, Sir.</span><br /> +<br /> +And if you meet a Lady fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you go thro’ the next Town, Sir;</span><br /> +You must not fear the Dew of the Grass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor the rumpling of her Gown, Sir:</span><br /> +And if you meet a Lady Gay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you go by the Hill, Sir;</span><br /> +If you will not when you may,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You shall not when you will, Sir.</span><br /> +<br /> +There is a Dew upon the Grass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will spoil your Damask Gown a;</span><br /> +Which has cost your Father dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Many Shilling and a Crown a:</span><br /> +There is a Wind blows from the <i>West</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon will dry the Ground a;</span><br /> +And I will have a special Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the rumpling of my Gown a.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music047.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music047.png" width="548" height="415" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>Laves to <i>London</i> I’ll deceive you,<br /> +For the Country now I leave you:<br /> +Who can bear, and not be Mad,<br /> +Wine so dear, and yet so bad:<br /> +Such a Noise and Air so smoaky,<br /> +That to stun, this to choak ye;<br /> +Men so selfish, false and rude,<br /> +Nymphs so young and yet so lew’d.<br /> +<br /> +Quiet harmless Country Pleasure,<br /> +Shall at home engross my Leisure;<br /> +Farewel <i>London</i>, I’ll repair,<br /> +To my Native Country Air:<br /> +I leave all thy Pleasures behind me,<br /> +But at home my Wife will find me;<br /> +Oh the Gods! ’tis ten times worse,<br /> +<i>London</i> is a milder Curse.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Duke of</i><span class="gespn"> ORMOND’S</span> <i>March.</i></h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Church</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music048.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music048.png" width="551" height="316" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><span class="dropcap2">Y</span>E brave Boys and Tars,</span><br /> +That design for the Wars,<br /> +Remember the Action at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And where ORMOND Commands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Let us all joyn our Hands,</span><br /> +<i>And where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Let Conquest and Fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The Honour proclaim,</span><br /> +Great ORMOND has gotten at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Let the Trumpets now sound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the Ecchoes around,</span><br /> +<i>Where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Let the Glories be Sung,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Which the ORMONDS have won,</span><br /> +Long before this great Action at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">They’re so Loyal and Just,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And so true to their Trust,</span><br /> +<i>That where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Old Records of Fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of the ORMONDS great Name,</span><br /> +Their Actions, like these were of <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And since this Prince exceeds,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In his Fore-Father’s Deeds,</span><br /> +<i>Then where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">’Tis the Praise of our Crown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That such Men of Renown,</span><br /> +Shou’d lead on the Van, as at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Where such Lives and Estates</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are expos’d for our sakes,</span><br /> +<i>Then where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">’Twas the whole Nation’s Voice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And we all did rejoyce,</span><br /> +When we heard he Commanded for <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To ANNA so True,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">All her Foes to pursue,</span><br /> +<i>Then where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">’Tis the Voice of the Town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And our Zeal for the Crown,</span><br /> +To serve ORMOND to <i>France</i>, <i>Spain</i>, or <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">So Noble and brave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Both to Conquer and save,</span><br /> +<i>Then where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To the Soldiers so kind,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And so humbly inclin’d,</span><br /> +To wave his Applause gain’d at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yet so kind and so true,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He gave all Men their due,</span><br /> +<i>Then where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">We justly do own,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">All the Honour that’s won,</span><br /> +In <i>Flanders</i>, as well as at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">But our Subject and Theme,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is of ORMOND’s great Name,</span><br /> +<i>And where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then take off the Bowl,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To that Generous Soul,</span><br /> +That Commanded so bravely at <i>Vigo</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And may ANNA approve,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of our Duty and Love,</span><br /> +<i>And where he goes, may you go, and I go</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line007.png" width="555" height="33" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A Cure for Melancholy.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music049.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music049.png" width="550" height="454" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>RE you grown so Melancholy,<br /> +That you think on nought but Folly;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Are you sad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Are you Mad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are you worse;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Do you think,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Want of Chink</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is a Curse:</span><br /> +Do you wish for to have,<br /> +Longer Life, or a Grave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus would I Cure ye</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +First I would have a Bag of Gold,<br /> +That should ten Thousand Pieces hold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And all that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In thy Hat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Would I pour;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">For to spend,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">On thy Friend,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or thy Whore:</span><br /> +For to cast away at Dice,<br /> +Or to shift you of your Lice,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus would I Cure ye</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Next I would have a soft Bed made,<br /> +Wherein a Virgin should be laid;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That would Play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Any way</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">You’ll devise;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That would stick</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Like a Tick,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To your Thighs,</span><br /> +That would bill like a Dove,<br /> +Lye beneath or above,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus would I Cure ye</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Next that same Bowl, where <i>Jove</i> Divine,<br /> +Drank <i>Nectar</i> in, I’d fill with Wine;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That whereas,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">You should pause,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">You should quaff;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Like a <i>Greek</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Till your Cheek,</span><br /> +To <i>Ceres</i> and to <i>Venus</i>,<br /> +To <i>Bacchus</i> and <i>Silenus</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus would I Cure ye</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Last of all there should appear,<br /> +Seven Eunuchs sphere-like Singing here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the Praise,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Of those Ways,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of delights;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>Venus</i> can,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Use with Man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In the Night;</span><br /> +When he strives to adorn,<br /> +<i>Vulcan’s</i> Head with a HORN,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus would I Cure ye</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +But if not Gold, nor Woman can,<br /> +Nor Wine, nor Songs, make merry then;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Let the Batt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Be thy Mate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the Owl;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Let a Pain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In thy Brain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Make thee Howl;</span><br /> +Let the Pox be thy Friend,<br /> +And the Plague work thy end,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thus I would Cure you</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco003.png" width="94" height="52" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>To his fairest</i> <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> <i>Mrs.</i> A.L.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music050.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music050.png" width="548" height="601" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>OME pretty Birds present your Lays,<br /> +And learn to chaunt a Goddess Praise;<br /> +Ye Wood-Nymphs let your Voices be,<br /> +Employ’d to serve her Deity:<br /> +And warble forth, ye Virgins Nine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Some Musick to my</i> Valentine.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her Bosom is Loves Paradise,<br /> +There is no Heav’n but in her Eyes;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a></span>She’s chaster than the Turtle-Dove,<br /> +And fairer than the Queen of Love;<br /> +Yea, all Perfections do combine,<br /> +To beautifie my Valentine.<br /> +<br /> +She’s Nature’s choicest Cabinet,<br /> +Where Honour, Beauty, Worth and Wit,<br /> +Are all united in her Breast,<br /> +The Graces claim an Interest:<br /> +All Vertues that are most Divine,<br /> +Shine clearest in my Valentine.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line015.png" width="547" height="39" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Ballad</span>,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Or</i>, <span class="smcap">Collin’s</span> <i>Adventure.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music051.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music051.png" width="558" height="466" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>S <i>Collin</i> went from his Sheep to unfold,<br /> +In a Morning of <i>April</i>, as grey as ’twas cold,<br /> +In a Thicket he heard a Voice it self spread;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Which was, O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +He peep’d in the Bushes, and spy’d where there lay<br /> +His Mistress, whose Countenance made <i>April May</i>;<br /> +But in her looks some sadness was read,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Crying O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +He rush’d in to her, and cry’d what’s the matter,<br /> +Ah! <i>Collin</i>, quoth she, why will you come at her,<br /> +Who by the false Swain, hath often been misled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For which O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +He turn’d her Milk-pail, and there down he sat,<br /> +His Hands stroak’d his Beard, on his Knee lay his Coat,<br /> +But, O, still <i>Mopsa</i> cry’d, before ought was said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Collin</i>, O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +No more, quoth stout <i>Collin</i>! I ever was true,<br /> +Thou gav’st me a Handkerchief all hemm’d with Blue:<br /> +A Pin-box I gave thee, and a Girdle so Red,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yet still she cry’d, O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Delaying, quoth she, hath made me thus Ill,<br /> +For I never fear’d <i>Sarah</i> that dwelt at the Mill,<br /> +Since in the Ev’ning late her Hogs thou hast fed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For which, O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Collin</i> then chuck’d her under the Chin,<br /> +Cheer up for to love thee I never will lin,<br /> +Says she, I’ll believe it when the Parson has read,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">’Till then, O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Uds boars, quoth <i>Collin</i>, I’ll new my shon,<br /> +And e’er the Week pass, by the Mass it shall be done:<br /> +You might have done this before, then she said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But now, O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a></span>He gave her a twitch that quite turn’d her round,<br /> +And said, I’m the truest that e’er trod on Ground,<br /> +Come settle thy Milk-Pail fast on thy Head,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No more O, O, <i>I am almost dead</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Why then I perceive thoul’t not leave me in the Lurch,<br /> +I’ll don my best Cloths and streight to the Church:<br /> +Jog on, merry <i>Collin</i>, jog on before,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For I Faith, I Faith, <i>I’ll dye no more</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line011.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The</i> Town-Rakes, <i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>: <i>Set by Mr.</i><br /> +Daniel Purcell: <i>Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Edwards</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music052.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music052a.png" width="552" height="506" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music052b.png" width="553" height="953" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Hat Life can compare with the jolly Town Rakes,<br /> +When in his full swing of all Pleasure he takes?<br /> +At Noon he gets up for a wet and to Dine,<br /> +And Wings the swift Hours with Mirth, Musick, and Wine,<br /> +Then jogs to the Play-house and chats with the Masques,<br /> +And thence to the <i>Rose</i> where he takes his three Flasks,<br /> +There great as a <i>Cæsar</i> he revels when drunk,<br /> +And scours all he meets as he reels, as he reels to his Punk,<br /> +And finds the dear Girl in his Arms when he wakes,<br /> +What Life can compare to the jolly Town-Rakes, the Jolly Town-Rakes.<br /> +<br /> +He like the Great Turk has his favourite She,<br /> +But the Town’s his <i>Seraglio</i>, and still he lives free;<br /> +Sometimes she’s a Lady, but as he must range,<br /> +Black <i>Betty</i>, or Oyster <i>Moll</i> serve for a Change:<br /> +As he varies his Sports his whole Life is a Feast,<br /> +He thinks him that is soberest is most like a Beast:<br /> +All Houses of Pleasure, breaks Windows and Doors,<br /> +Kicks Bullies and Cullies, then lies with their Whores:<br /> +Rare work for the Surgeon and Midwife he makes,<br /> +What Life can Compare with the jolly Town-Rakes.<br /> +<br /> +Thus in <i>Covent-Garden</i> he makes his Campaigns,<br /> +And no Coffee-House haunts but to settle his Brains;<br /> +He laughs at dry Mortals, and never does think,<br /> +Unless ’tis to get the best Wenches and Drink:<br /> +He dwells in a Tavern, and lives ev’ry where,<br /> +And improving his Hour, lives an age in a Year:<br /> +For as Life is uncertain, he loves to make haste,<br /> +And thus he lives longest because he lives fast:<br /> +Then leaps in the Dark, and his <i>Exit</i> he makes,<br /> +What Death can compare with the jolly Town-Rakes.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco014.png" width="192" height="64" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>: <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Clarke</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music053.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music053.png" width="551" height="436" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>Oung <i>Coridon</i> and <i>Phillis</i><br /> +Sate in a lovely Grove;<br /> +Contriving Crowns of Lillies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Repeating Tales of Love:</span><br /> +<i>And something else, but what I dare not</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +But as they were a Playing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She oagled so the Swain;</span><br /> +It say’d her plainly saying,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let’s kiss to ease our Pain:</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +A thousand times he kiss’d her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laying her on the Green;</span><br /> +But as he farther press’d her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her pretty Leg was seen:</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a></span>So many Beauties removing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Ardour still increas’d;</span><br /> +And greater Joys pursuing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wander’d o’er her Breast:</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +A last Effort she trying,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Passion to withstand;</span><br /> +Cry’d, but it was faintly crying,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray take away your Hand:</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Young <i>Coridon</i> grown bolder,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Minute would improve;</span><br /> +This is the Time he told her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To shew you how I love;</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +The Nymph seem’d almost dying,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dissolv’d in amorous Heat;</span><br /> +She kiss’d, and told him sighing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Dear your Love is great:</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +But <i>Phillis</i> did recover<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Much sooner than the Swain;</span><br /> +She blushing ask’d her Lover,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall we not Kiss again:</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Thus Love his Revels keeping,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Till Nature at a stand;</span><br /> +From talk they fell to Sleeping,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Holding each others Hand;</span><br /> +<i>And something else</i>, &c.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco006.png" width="208" height="77" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Amorous</i> <span class="smcap">Barber’s</span> <i>Passion of Love<br /> +for his Dear</i> <span class="smcap">Bridget</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music054.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music054.png" width="549" height="350" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Ith my Strings of small Wire lo I come,<br /> +And a Cittern made of Wood;<br /> +And a Song altho’ you are Deaf and Dumb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May be heard and understood.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dumb, dumb</i>——</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh! take Pity on me, my Dear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Me thy Slave, and me thy Vassal,</span><br /> +And be not Cruel, as it were,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like to some strong and well built old Castle.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dumb, dumb</i>——</span><br /> +<br /> +Lest as thou passest along the Street,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Braver every Day and braver;</span><br /> +Every one that does thee meet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will say there goes a Woman-shaver.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dumb, dumb</i>——</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</a></span>And again will think fit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to say they will determine;</span><br /> +There goes she that with Tongue killed Clip-Chops,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As a Man with his Thumbs kill Vermine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dumb, dumb</i>——</span><br /> +<br /> +For if thou dost then, farewel Pelf,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Farewel <i>Bridget</i>, for I vow I’ll:</span><br /> +Either in my Bason hang my self,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or drown me in my Towel,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Dumb, dumb</i>——</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line016.png" width="550" height="49" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Ballad</span>, <i>made by a Gentleman in</i> Ireland, <i>who could not have +Access to a Lady whom he went to visit, because the Maid the Night +before had over-laid her pretty Bitch. To the Tune of</i>, O Hone, O +Hone.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music055.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music055.png" width="557" height="361" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>H! let no Eyes be dry,<br /> +<i>Oh Hone, Oh Hone</i>,<br /> +But let’s lament and cry,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone, O Hone</i>,</span><br /> +We’re quite undone almost,<br /> +For <i>Daphne</i> on this Coast,<br /> +Has yielded up the Ghost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone, O Hone</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Daphne</i> my dearest Bitch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone, O Hone</i>,</span><br /> +Who did all Dogs bewitch,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +Was by a careless Maid,<br /> +Pox take her for a Jade,<br /> +In the Night over-laid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh may she never more<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +Sleep quietly, but snore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +May never Irish Lad,<br /> +Sue for her Maiden-head,<br /> +Until it stinks I Gad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh may she never keep<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone, Oh Hone</i>;</span><br /> +Her Water in her Sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone, Oh Hone</i>:</span><br /> +May never Pence nor Pounds,<br /> +Come more within the Bounds,<br /> +Of her Pocket Ad-sounds,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Oh Hone, Oh Hone</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco015.png" width="37" height="40" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</a></span></p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Damon</span> <i>forsaken. Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Wroth</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music056.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music056.png" width="554" height="658" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN that young <i>Damon</i> bless’d my Heart,<br /> +And in soft Words did move;<br /> +How did I hug the pleasing Dart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thank’d the God of Love:</span><br /> +<i>Cupid</i>, said I, my best lov’d Lamb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That in my Bosom lives:</span><br /> +To thee, for kindling this dear Flame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To thee, kind God, I’ll give.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</a></span>But prying Friends o’er-heard my Vow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And murmur’d in my Ear;</span><br /> +<i>Damon</i> hath neither Flocks nor Plough,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Girl what thou dost beware:</span><br /> +They us’d so long their cursed Art,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And damn’d deluding sham;</span><br /> +That I agreed with them to part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor offer’d up my Lamb.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cupid</i> ask’d for his Offering,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Cause I refus’d to pay;</span><br /> +He took my <i>Damon</i> on his Wing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And carry’d him quite away:</span><br /> +Pitch’d him before <i>Olinda’s</i> Charms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those Wonders of the Plain;</span><br /> +Commanding her into her Arms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To take the dearest Swain.</span><br /> +<br /> +The envy’d Nymph, soon, soon obey’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bore away the Prize;</span><br /> +’Tis well she did, for had she stay’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’d snatch’d him from her Eyes:</span><br /> +My Lamb was with gay Garlands dress’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Pile prepar’d to burn;</span><br /> +Hoping that if the God appeas’d,<br /> +My <i>Damon</i> might return.<br /> +<br /> +But oh! in vain he’s gone, he’s gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Phillis</i> he can’t be thine;</span><br /> +I by Obedience am undone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was ever Fate like mine:</span><br /> +<i>Olinda</i> do, try all thy Charms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet I will have a part;</span><br /> +For whilst you have him in your Arms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll have him in my Heart.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco016.png" width="271" height="50" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Apparition to the Jilted Lover. Set<br /> +by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Wroth</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music057.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music057.png" width="555" height="829" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HINK wretched Mortal, think no more,<br /> +How to prolong thy Breath:<br /> +For thee there are no Joys in store,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in a welcome Death:</span><br /> +Then seek to lay thee under Ground,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Grave cures all Despair;</span><br /> +And healeth every bitter Wound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Giv’n by th’ ungrateful Fair.</span><br /> +<br /> +How cou’dst thou Faith in Woman think,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Women are <i>Syrens</i> all;</span><br /> +And when Men in Loves Ocean sink,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take Pride to see ’em fall:</span><br /> +Women were never real yet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But always truth despise:</span><br /> +Constant to nothing but Deceit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">False Oaths and flattering Lies.</span><br /> +<br /> +Ah! <i>Coridon</i> bid Life adieu,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Gods will thee prefer;</span><br /> +Their Gates are open’d wide for you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But bolted against her:</span><br /> +Do thou be true, you vow’d to Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Phillis</i> or Death you’ll have;</span><br /> +Now since the Nymph doth perjured prove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be just unto the Grave.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco002.png" width="122" height="184" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music058.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music058.png" width="559" height="684" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>Eaven first created Woman to be Kind,<br /> +Both to be belov’d, and for to Love;<br /> +If you contradict what Heav’n has design’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’ll be contemn’d by all the Pow’rs above:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</a></span>Then no more dispute me, for I am rashly bent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To subject your Beauty</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To kind Nature’s Duty,</span><br /> +Let me than salute you by Consent.<br /> +<br /> +Arguments and fair Intreats did I use,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But with her Consent could not prevail;</span><br /> +She the Blessing modestly would still refuse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeming for to slight my amorous Tale:</span><br /> +Sometimes she would cry Sir, prithee Dear be good,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh Sir, pray Sir, why Sir?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray now, nay now, fye Sir,</span><br /> +I would sooner die Sir, than be rude.<br /> +<br /> +I began to treat her then another way,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Modestly I melted with a Kiss;</span><br /> +She then blushing look’d like the rising Day,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fitting for me to attempt the Bliss:</span><br /> +I gave her a fall Sir, she began to tear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crying she would call Sir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As loud as she could baul Sir,</span><br /> +But is prov’d as false, Sir, as she’s Fair.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Ralph’s</span> <i>going to the Wars.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music059.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music059a.png" width="552" height="278" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music059b.png" width="551" height="207" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>O the Wars I must alass,<br /> +Though I do not like the Game,<br /> +For I hold him to be an Ass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That will lose his Life for Fame:</span><br /> +<i>For these Guns are such pestilent things,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To pat a Pellet in ones Brow;</i></span><br /> +<i>Four vurlongs off ch’ve heard zome zay,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ch’ill kill a Man he knows not how.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +When the Bow, Bill, Zword and Dagger,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were us’d all in vighting;</span><br /> +Ch’ve heard my Father swear and swagger,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That it was but a Flea-biting:</span><br /> +<i>But these Guns</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Ise would vight with the best of our Parish,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And play at Whisters with <i>Mary</i>;</span><br /> +Cou’d thump the Vootball, yerk the Morrie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And box at Visticuffs with any:</span><br /> +<i>But these Guns</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Varewel <i>Dick</i>, <i>Tom</i>, <i>Ralph</i> and <i>Hugh</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Maypoles make all heretofore;</span><br /> +Varewel <i>Doll</i>, <i>Kate</i>, <i>Zis</i> and <i>Zue</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I shall never zee you more:</span><br /> +<i>For these Guns are such pestilent things,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To pat a Pellet in ones Brow;</i></span><br /> +<i>Four vurlongs off ch’ve heard zome zay,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ch’ill kill a Man he knows not how.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in Praise of Punch.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music060.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music060.png" width="550" height="547" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>OME fill up the Bowl with the Liquor that fine is,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And much more Divine is,</span><br /> +Than now a-days Wine is, with all their Art,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">None here can controul:</span><br /> +The Vintner despising, tho’ Brandy be rising,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis Punch that must chear the Heart:</span><br /> +The Lovers complaining, ’twill cure in a trice,<br /> +And <i>Cælia</i> disdaining, shall cease to be nice,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Come fill up the Bowl</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus soon you’ll discover, the cheat of each Lover,<br /> +When free from all Care you’ll quickly find,<br /> +As Nature intended ’em willing and kind:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Come fill up the Bowl</i>, &c.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music061.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music061.png" width="554" height="208" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>ONNY <i>Peggy Ramsey</i> that any Man may see,<br /> +And bonny was her Face, with a fair freckel’d Eye,<br /> +Neat is her Body made, and she hath good Skill,<br /> +And square is her Wethergig made like a Mill:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a hey trolodel, hey trolodel, hey trolodel lill,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Bonny</i> Peggy Ramsey <i>she gives weel her Mill.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Peggy</i> to the Mill is gone to grind a Bowl of Mault,<br /> +The Mill it wanted Water, and was not that a fault;<br /> +Up she pull’d her Petticoats and piss’d into the Dam,<br /> +For six Days and seven Nights she made the Mill to gang;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Some call her <i>Peggy</i>, and some call her <i>Jean</i>,<br /> +But some calls her Midsummer, but they all are mista’en;<br /> +For <i>Peggy</i> is a bonny Lass, and grinds well her Mill,<br /> +For she will be Occupied when others they lay still:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Peg</i>, thee and Ise grin a poke, and we to War will leanes,<br /> +Ise lay thee flat upon thy Back and then lay to the steanes;<br /> +Ise make hopper titter totter, haud the Mouth as still,<br /> +When twa sit, and eane stand, merrily grind the Mill:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</a></span>Up goes the Clap, and in goes the Corn,<br /> +Betwixt twa rough steans <i>Peggy</i> not to learn;<br /> +With a Dam full of Water that she holdeth still,<br /> +To pour upon the Clap for burning of the Mill:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a hey</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Up she pull’d the Dam sure and let the Water in,<br /> +The Wheel went about, and the Mill began to grind:<br /> +The spindle it was hardy, and the steanes were they well pickt,<br /> +And the Meal fell in the Mill Trough, and ye may all come lick:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With a hey trolodel, hey trolodel, hey trolodel lill,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Bonny</i> Peggy Ramsey <i>she gives weel her Mill.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Writ by the Famous Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Nat. Lee.</span></h3> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">P</span><i>Hilander</i> and <i>Sylvia</i>, a gentle soft Pair,<br /> +Whose business was loving, and kissing their Care;<br /> +In a sweet smelling Grove went smiling along,<br /> +’Till the Youth gave a vent to his Heart with his Tongue:<br /> +Ah <i>Sylvia</i>! said he, (and sigh’d when he spoke)<br /> +Your cruel resolves will you never revoke?<br /> +No never, she said, how never, he cry’d,<br /> +’Tis the Damn’d that shall only that Sentence abide.<br /> +<br /> +She turn’d her about to look all around,<br /> +Then blush’d, and her pretty Eyes cast on the Ground;<br /> +She kiss’d his warm Cheeks, then play’d with his Neck,<br /> +And urg’d that his Reason his Passion would check:<br /> +Ah <i>Philander</i>! she said, ’tis a dangerous Bliss,<br /> +Ah! never ask more and I’ll give thee a Kiss;<br /> +How never? he cry’d, then shiver’d all o’er,<br /> +No never, she said, then tripp’d to a Bower.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</a></span>She stopp’d at the Wicket, he cry’d let me in,<br /> +She answer’d, I wou’d if it were not a sin;<br /> +Heav’n sees, and the Gods will chastise the poor Head<br /> +Of <i>Philander</i> for this; straight Trembling he said,<br /> +Heav’n sees, I confess, but no Tell-tales are there,<br /> +She kiss’d him and cry’d, you’re an Atheist my Dear;<br /> +And shou’d you prove false I should never endure:<br /> +How never? he cry’d, and straight down he threw her.<br /> +<br /> +Her delicate Body he clasp’d in his Arms,<br /> +He kiss’d her, he press’d her, heap’d charms upon charms;<br /> +He cry’d shall I now? no never, she said,<br /> +Your Will you shall never enjoy till I’m dead:<br /> +Then as if she were dead, she slept and lay still,<br /> +Yet even in Death bequeath’d him a smile:<br /> +Which embolden’d the Youth his Charms to apply,<br /> +Which he bore still about him to cure those that die.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line001.png" width="539" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music062.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music062.png" width="554" height="324" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>Our Hay it is mow’d, and your Corn is reap’d,<br /> +Your Barns will be full, and your Hovels heap’d;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, my Boys come,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, my Boys come,</span><br /> +And merrily roar our Harvest home:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Harvest home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Harvest home,</span><br /> +And merrily roar our Harvest home.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Come, my Boys come</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +We ha’ cheated the Parson, we’ll cheat him agen,<br /> +For why should a Blockhead ha’ One in Ten:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One in Ten,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One in Ten,</span><br /> +For why should a Blockhead ha’ One in Ten,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>One in Ten</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +For prating too long, like a Book learnt Sot,<br /> +’Till Pudding and Dumpling are burnt to Pot:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Burnt to Pot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Burnt to Pot,</span><br /> +’Till Pudding and Dumpling are burnt to Pot.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Burnt to Pot</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +We’ll toss off our Ale till we cannot stand,<br /> +And hey for the Honour of old <i>England</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Old <i>England</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Old <i>England</i>,</span><br /> +And hey for the Honour of old <i>England</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Old</i> England, <i>&c.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco017.png" width="96" height="97" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music063.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music063.png" width="555" height="620" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span> Prithee send me back my Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since I cannot have thine:</span><br /> +For if from yours you will not part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why then should you have mine.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yet now I think on’t, let it be,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To send it me is vain;</span><br /> +Thou hast a Thief in either Eye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will steal it back again.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</a></span>Why should two Hearts in one Breast be,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet not be together;</span><br /> +Or Love, where is thy Sympathy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If thou our Hearts do sever?</span><br /> +<br /> +But Love is such a Mystery,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I cannot find it out;</span><br /> +For when I think I am best resolv’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then I am most in Doubt.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then farewel Care, then farewel Woe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will no longer pine;</span><br /> +But I’ll believe I have her Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as she hath mine.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line017.png" width="505" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Bacchus</span> <i>turn’d Doctor. The Words by</i><br /> +<span class="smcap">Ben. Johnson</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music064.midi">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music064a.png" width="553" height="421" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music064b.png" width="553" height="82" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>ET Soldiers fight for Pay and Praise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Money be Misers wish;</span><br /> +Poor Scholars study all their Days,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Gluttons glory in their Dish:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>’Tis Wine, pure Wine, revives sad Souls,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Therefore give us chearing Bowls.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Let Minions marshal in their Hair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in a Lover’s lock delight;</span><br /> +And artificial Colours wear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have the Native Red and White.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>’Tis Wine</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Your Pheasant, Pout, and Culver Salmon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how to please your Palates think:</span><br /> +Give us a salt <i>Westphalia-Gammon</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not Meat to eat, but Meat to drink.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>’Tis Wine</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +It makes the backward Spirits brave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That lively, that before was dull;</span><br /> +Those grow good Fellows that are grave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kindness flows from Cups brim full,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>’Tis Wine</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Some have the Ptysick, some the Rhume,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some have the Palsie, some the Gout;</span><br /> +Some swell with Fat, and some consume,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But they are sound that drink all out.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>’Tis Wine</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Some Men want Youth, and some want Health,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some want a Wife, and some a Punk;</span><br /> +Some Men want Wit, and some want Wealth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he wants nothing that is drunk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>’Tis Wine, pure Wine, revives sad Souls,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Therefore give us chearing Bowls.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</a></span></p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Jenny</span> <i>making Hay.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music065.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music065.png" width="552" height="615" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">P</span>OOR <i>Jenny</i> and I we toiled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a long Summer’s Day;</span><br /> +Till we were almost foiled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With making of the Hay;</span><br /> +Her Kerchief was of Holland clear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bound low upon her Brow;</span><br /> +Ise whisper’d something in her Ear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But what’s that to you?</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</a></span>Her Stockings were of Kersey green,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well stitcht with yellow Silk;</span><br /> +Oh! sike a Leg was never seen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Skin as white as Milk:</span><br /> +Her Hair as black as any Crow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweet her Mouth was too;</span><br /> +Oh <i>Jenny</i> daintily can mow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her Petticoats were not so low,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Ladies they do wear them;</span><br /> +She needed not a Page I trow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I was by to bear them:</span><br /> +Ise took them up all in my Hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I think her Linnen too;</span><br /> +Which made me for to make a stand;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +King <i>Solomon</i> had Wives enough,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Concubines a Number;</span><br /> +Yet Ise possess more happiness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he had more of Cumber;</span><br /> +My Joys surmount a wedded Life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With fear she lets me mow her;</span><br /> +A Wench is better than a Wife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Lilly and the Rose combine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make my <i>Jenny</i> fair;</span><br /> +There’s no Contentment sike as mine;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m almost void of Care:</span><br /> +But yet I fear my <i>Jenny’s</i> Face,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will cause more Men to woe;</span><br /> +Which if she should, as I do fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Still, what is that to you?</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco005.png" width="67" height="66" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Knotting</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>The Words by Sir</i><br /> +<span class="smcap">Charles Sydney</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music066.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music066.png" width="555" height="818" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>Ears not my <i>Phillis</i> how the Birds,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their feather’d Mates salute:</span><br /> +They tell their Passion in their Words,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must I alone, must I alone be mute:</span><br /> +Phillis <i>without a frown or smile,</i><br /> +<i>Sat & knotted, & knotted, & knotted, and knotted all the while.</i><br /> +<br /> +The God of Love in thy bright Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Does like a Tyrant Reign;</span><br /> +But in thy Heart a Child he lies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a Dart or Flame.</span><br /> +<i>Phillis</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +So many Months in silence past,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet in raging Love;</span><br /> +Might well deserve one word at last,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Passion should approve.</span><br /> +<i>Phillis</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Must then your faithful Swain expire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not one look obtain;</span><br /> +Which to sooth his fond desire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Might pleasingly explain.</span><br /> +<i>Phillis</i>, &c.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco006.png" width="208" height="77" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line011.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">French King</span> <i>in a foaming Passion for the loss of his Potent +Army in the</i> <span class="smcap">Netherlands</span>, <i>which were Routed by his Grace the Duke of</i> +<span class="smcap">Marlborough</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music067.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music067a.png" width="552" height="677" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">151</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music067b.png" width="555" height="217" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>LD <i>Lewis le Grand</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He raves like a Fury,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And calls for <i>Mercury</i>;</span><br /> +Quoth he, if I can,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll finish my Days;</span><br /> +For why should I live?<br /> +Since the Fates will not give<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One affable smile:</span><br /> +Great <i>Marlborough</i> Conquers,<br /> +Great <i>Marlborough</i> Conquers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m ruin’d the while.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Flower of <i>France</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Troops of my Palace</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which march’d from <i>Versales</i></span><br /> +Who vow’d to Advance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Conquering Sword,</span><br /> +Are cut, hack’d and hew’d,<br /> +I well may conclude,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They’re most of them Slain:</span><br /> +Oh! what will become of,<br /> +Oh! what will become of,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Grand-Son in <i>Spain</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +My fortify’d Throne,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Propt up by Oppression,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must yield at Discretion,</span><br /> +For needs must I own,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Glory decays:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">152</a></span>Bold <i>Marlborough</i> comes<br /> +With ratling Drums,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thundering Shot,</span><br /> +He drives all before him,<br /> +He drives all before him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! Where am I got?</span><br /> +<br /> +He pushes for Crowns,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And slays my Commanders,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Forces in <i>Flanders</i>;</span><br /> +Great Capital Towns,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>CHARLES</i> has declar’d:</span><br /> +These things like a Dart,<br /> +Has pierced my Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And threatens my Death;</span><br /> +Here do I lye sighing,<br /> +Here do I lye sighing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Panting for Breath.</span><br /> +<br /> +This passionate Grief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Draws on my Diseases,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which fatally ceases</span><br /> +My Spirits in chief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fit of the Gout,</span><br /> +The Gravel and Stone,<br /> +I have ’tis well known,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At this horrid News,</span><br /> +Of <i>Marlborough’s</i> Triumph,<br /> +Of <i>Marlborough’s</i> Triumph,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All Battles I lose.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wherever he comes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He is bold and Victorious,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Successful and glorious,</span><br /> +My two Royal Thumbs<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With anguish I bite:</span><br /> +To hear his Success;<br /> +Yet nevertheless,<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">153</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My passion’s in vain:</span><br /> +I pity my Darling,<br /> +I pity my Darling,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young <i>Philip</i> in <i>Spain</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +I am out of my Wits,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If e’er I had any;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Foes they are many,</span><br /> +Which plagues me by fits,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In <i>Flanders</i> and <i>Spain</i>:</span><br /> +I’m sick at my Heart,<br /> +To think we must part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With what we enjoy’d,</span><br /> +Towns, Castles, are taken,<br /> +Towns, Castles, are taken,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Troops are destroy’d.</span><br /> +<br /> +I am I declare,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a weak Condition,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go call my Physician,</span><br /> +And let him prepare<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some comfort with speed,</span><br /> +Without all delay,<br /> +Assist me I pray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hear my Complaint,</span><br /> +A Dram of the Bottle,<br /> +A Dram of the Bottle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else I shall faint.</span><br /> +<br /> +Should I slip my Breath,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At this dreadful Season,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I think it but Reason,</span><br /> +I should lay my Death,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the daring Foes,</span><br /> +Whose Fire and Smoak,<br /> +Has certainly broke,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Heart in my Breast:</span><br /> +Oh! bring me a Cordial,<br /> +Oh! bring me a Cordial,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lay me to Rest.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">154</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Captain</i> <span class="smcap">Pack</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music068.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music068.png" width="554" height="641" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Ould you be a Man in Fashion?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would you lead a Life Divine?</span><br /> +Take a little Dram of Passion, (a little dram of Passion)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a lusty Dose of Wine</span><br /> +If the Nymph has no Compassion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Vain it is to sigh and groan:</span><br /> +Love was but put in for Fashion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wine will do the Work alone.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">155</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Tho. Farmer</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music069.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music069.png" width="554" height="805" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">156</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>Hough the Pride of my Passion fair <i>Sylvia</i> betrays,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And frowns at the Love I impart;</span><br /> +Though kindly her Eyes twist amorous Rays,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tye a more fortunate Heart:</span><br /> +Yet her Charms are so great, I’ll be bold in my Pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His Heart is too tender,</span><br /> +Too tender, that’s struck with Disdain.<br /> +<br /> +Still my Heart is so just to my Passionate Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It dissolves with Delight while I gaze:</span><br /> +And he that loves on, though <i>Sylvia</i> denies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Love but his Duty obeys:</span><br /> +I no more can refrain her neglects to pursue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Than the force, the force</span><br /> +Of her Beauty can cease to subdue.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line018.png" width="515" height="56" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music070.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music070a.png" width="551" height="379" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">157</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music070b.png" width="558" height="290" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN first I fair <i>Celinda</i> knew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Kindness then was great:</span><br /> +Her Eyes I cou’d with Pleasure view,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And friendly Rays did meet:</span><br /> +In all Delights we past the time,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That could Diversion move;</span><br /> +She oft would kindly hear me Rhime<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon some others Love:</span><br /> +<i>She oft would kindly hear me Rhime,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Upon some others Love.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +But ah! at last I grew too bold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prest by my growing Flame;</span><br /> +For when my Passion I had told,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She hated ev’n my Name:</span><br /> +Thus I that cou’d her Friendship boast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And did her Love pursue;</span><br /> +And taught Contentment at the cost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Love and Friendship too.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco018.png" width="109" height="66" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">158</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Fishburne</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music071.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music071.png" width="558" height="576" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>ONG had <i>Damon</i> been admir’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the Beauties of the Plain;</span><br /> +Ev’ry Breast warm Love inspir’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the proper handsome Swain:</span><br /> +The choicest Nymph <i>Sicilia</i> bred,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was won by his resistless Charms:</span><br /> +Soft Looks, and Verse as smooth, had led<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And left the Captive in his Arms.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">159</a></span>But our <i>Damon’s</i> Soul aspires,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a Goddess of his Race;</span><br /> +Though he sues with chaster Fires,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This his Glories does deface:</span><br /> +The fatal News no sooner blown<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Whispers up the Chesnut Row;</span><br /> +The God <i>Sylvanus</i> with a Frown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blasts all the Lawrels on his Brow.</span><br /> +<br /> +Swains be wise, and check desire<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In it’s soaring, when you’ll woe:</span><br /> +<i>Damon</i> may in Love require<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thestyles</i> and <i>Laura</i> too:</span><br /> +When Shepherds too ambitious are,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Court <i>Astrea</i> on a Throne;</span><br /> +Like to the shooting of a Star,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They fall, and thus their shining’s gone.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Fishburn</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music072.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music072a.png" width="553" height="353" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">160</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music072b.png" width="552" height="338" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">P</span>Retty <i>Floramel</i>, no Tongue can ever tell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Charms that in thee dwell;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Those Soul-melting Pleasures,</span><br /> +Shou’d the mighty <i>Jove</i> once view, he’d be in Love,<br /> +And plunder all above,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To rain down his Treasure:</span><br /> +Ah! said the Nymph in the Shepherd’s Arms,<br /> +Had you half so much Love as you say I have Charms;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s not a Soul, created for Man and Love,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">More true than <i>Floramel</i> wou’d prove,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’d o’er the World with thee rove.</span><br /> +<br /> +Love that’s truly free, had never Jealousie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But artful Love may be</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Both doubtful and wooing;</span><br /> +Ah! dear Shepherdess, ne’er doubt, for you may guess,<br /> +My Heart will prove no less,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Than ever endless loving:</span><br /> +Then cries the Nymph, like the Sun thou shalt be,<br /> +And I, like kind Earth, will produce all to thee;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of ev’ry Flower in Love’s Garden I’ll Off’rings pay</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To my Saint. Nay then pray</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take not those dear Eyes away.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">161</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Robert King</span>.</h2> + + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music073.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music073.png" width="556" height="596" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>Y shady Woods and purling Streams,<br /> +I spend my Life in pleasing Dreams;<br /> +And would not for the World be thought<br /> +To change my false delightful Thought:<br /> +For who, alas! can happy be,<br /> +That does the Truth of all things see?<br /> +<i>For who, alas! can happy be,</i><br /> +<i>That does the Truth of all things see.</i></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">162</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Sett by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Henry Purcell</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music074.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music074.png" width="554" height="597" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>N <i>Chloris</i> all soft Charms agree,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Enchanting Humour pow’rful Wit;</span><br /> +Beauty from Affectation free,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for Eternal Empire fit:</span><br /> +Where-e’er she goes, Love waits her Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Women Envy, Men adore;</span><br /> +Tho’ did she less the Triumph Prize,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She wou’d deserve the Conquest more.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">163</a></span>But Vanity so much prevails,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She begs what else none can deny her;</span><br /> +And with inviting treach’rous Smiles<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gives hopes which ev’n prevent desire:</span><br /> +Reaches at every trifling Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grows warm with ev’ry glimm’ring Flame:</span><br /> +And common Prey so deads her Dart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It scarce can wound a noble Game.</span><br /> +<br /> +I could lye Ages at her Feet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adore her careless of my Pain;</span><br /> +With tender Vows her Rigour meet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Despair, love on, and not complain:</span><br /> +My Passion from all change secur’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Favours may rise, no Frown controuls;</span><br /> +I any Torment can endure,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hoping with a crowd of Fools.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line019.png" width="543" height="87" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Tho. Farmer</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music075.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music075a.png" width="554" height="232" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">164</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music075b.png" width="556" height="209" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN busie Fame o’er all the Plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Velinda’s</i> Praises rung;</span><br /> +And on their Oaten Pipes each Swain<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her matchless Beauty sung:</span><br /> +The Envious Nymphs were forc’d to yield<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She had the sweetest Face;</span><br /> +No emulous disputes were held,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But for the second place.</span><br /> +<br /> +Young <i>Coridon</i>, whose stubborn Heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Beauty e’er could move;</span><br /> +But smil’d at <i>Cupid’s</i> Bow and Dart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brav’d the God of Love:</span><br /> +Would view this Nymph, and pleas’d at first,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such silent Charms to see:</span><br /> +With Wonder gaz’d, then sigh’d, and curs’d<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Curiosity.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco008.png" width="317" height="72" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">165</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Fishburne</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music076.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music076.png" width="557" height="588" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Hy am I the only Creature,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must a ruin’d Love pursue;</span><br /> +Other Passions yield to Nature,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mine there’s nothing can subdue:</span><br /> +Not the Glory of Possessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Monarch wishes gave me ease,</span><br /> +More and more the mighty Blessings<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did my raging Pains encrease.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">166</a></span>Nor could Jealousie relieve me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho’ it ever waited near;</span><br /> +Cloath’d in gawdy Pow’r to grieve me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still the Monster would appear:</span><br /> +That, nor Time, nor Absence neither,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor Despair removes my Pain;</span><br /> +I endure them all together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet my Torments still remain.</span><br /> +<br /> +Had alone her matchless beauty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set my amorous Heart on Fire,</span><br /> +Age at last would do its Duty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fuel ceasing, Flames expire.</span><br /> +But her Mind immortal grows,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes my Love immortal too;</span><br /> +Nature ne’er created Faces,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can the Charms of Souls undoe.</span><br /> +<br /> +And to make my Loss the greater,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She laments it as her own;</span><br /> +Could she scorn me, I might hate her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But alas! she shews me none:</span><br /> +Then since Fortune is my Ruin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Retirement I’ll Complain;</span><br /> +And in rage for my undoing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ne’er come in its Power again.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco019.png" width="164" height="116" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">167</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music077.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music077.png" width="559" height="649" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span><i>Aurinda</i>, who did love Disdain,<br /> +For whom had languish’d many a Swain:<br /> +Leading her bleating Flocks to drink,<br /> +She ’spy’d upon a River’s brink<br /> +A Youth, whose Eyes did well declare,<br /> +How much he lov’d, but lov’d not her.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">168</a></span>At first she laugh’d, but gaz’d a while,<br /> +Which soon it lessen’d to a smile;<br /> +Thence to Surprize and Wonder came,<br /> +Her Breast to heave, her Heart to flame:<br /> +Then cry’d she out, Ah! now I prove<br /> +Thou art a God most mighty <i>Jove</i>.<br /> +<br /> +She would have spoke, but shame deny’d,<br /> +And bid her first consult her Pride;<br /> +But soon she found that aid was gone,<br /> +For <i>Jove</i>, alass! had left her none:<br /> +Ah! now she burns! but ’tis too late,<br /> +For in his Eyes she reads her Fate.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line020.png" width="534" height="58" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music078.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music078a.png" width="554" height="418" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">169</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music078b.png" width="554" height="191" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">F</span>AIR <i>Cælia</i> too fondly contemns those Delights,<br /> +Wherewith gentle Nature hath soften’d the Nights;<br /> +If she be so kind to present us with Pow’r,<br /> +The Fault is our own to neglect the good Hour:<br /> +Who gave thee this Beauty, ordain’d thou should’st be,<br /> +As kind to thy Slaves, as the Gods were to thee.<br /> +<br /> +Then <i>Cælia</i> no longer reserve the vain Pride,<br /> +Of wronging thy self, to see others deny’d;<br /> +If Love be a Pleasure, alass! you will find,<br /> +We both are not happy, when both are most kind:<br /> +But Women, like Priests, do in others reprove,<br /> +And call that thing Lust, which in them is but Love.<br /> +<br /> +What they thro’ their Madness and Folly create,<br /> +We poor silly Slaves still impute to our Fate;<br /> +But in such Distempers where Love is the Grief,<br /> +’Tis <i>Cælia</i>, not Heaven, must give us Relief:<br /> +Then away with those Titles of Honour and Cause,<br /> +Which first made us sin, by giving us Laws.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco013.png" width="216" height="62" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">170</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">William Turner</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music079.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music079.png" width="562" height="793" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">171</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span> Lik’d, but never Lov’d before<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I saw that charming Face;</span><br /> +Now every Feature I adore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And doat on ev’ry Grace:</span><br /> +She ne’er shall know that kind desire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which her cold Looks denies,</span><br /> +Unless my Heart that’s all on Fire,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should sparkle through my Eyes:</span><br /> +Then if no gentle Glance return,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A silent Leave to speak;</span><br /> +My Heart which would for ever burn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alass! must sigh and break.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line021.png" width="508" height="74" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG <i>in</i> Valentinian.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music080.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music080a.png" width="556" height="389" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">172</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music080b.png" width="556" height="588" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HERE would coy <i>Amyntas</i> run,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From a despairing Lover’s Story?</span><br /> +When her Eyes have Conquest won,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why should her Ear refuse the Glory:</span><br /> +Shall a Slave, whose Racks constrain,<br /> +Be forbidden to complain;<br /> +Let her scorn me, let her Fly me,<br /> +Let her Looks, her Love deny me:<br /> +Ne’er shall my Heart yield to despair,<br /> +Or my Tongue cease to tell my Care,<br /> +Or my Tongue cease to tell my Care:<br /> +Much to love, and much to pray,<br /> +Is to Heav’n the only way.</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">173</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> Pelham Humphreys.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music081.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music081.png" width="561" height="443" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="dropcap">A</span> Wife I do hate,</span><br /> +For either she’s False, or she’s Jealous;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But give me a Mate,</span><br /> +Who nothing will ask us or tell us:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She stands at no Terms,</span><br /> +Nor Chaffers by way of Indenture:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or Loves for the Farms,</span><br /> +But takes the kind Man at a Venture.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If all prove not right,</span><br /> +Without an Act, Process or Warning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Wife for a Night,</span><br /> +You may be divorc’d the next Morning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Parents are Slaves,</span><br /> +Their Brats can’t be any other;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Great Wits and great Braves,</span><br /> +Have always a Punk to their Mother.</p> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">174</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music082.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music082a.png" width="562" height="823" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">175</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music082b.png" width="560" height="308" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>ELL me ye <i>Sicilian</i> Swains,<br /> +Why this Mourning’s o’er your Plains;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where’s your usual Melody?</span><br /> +Why are all your Shepherds mad,<br /> +And your Shepherdesses sad?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What can the mighty meaning be?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Chorus.</i> <i>Sylvia</i> the Glory of our Plains;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Sylvia</i> the Love of all our Swains;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That blest us with her Smiles:</span><br /> +Where ev’ry Shepherd had a Heart,<br /> +And ev’ry Shepherdess a Part;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Slights our Gods, and leaves our Isle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Slights our Gods, and leaves our Isle.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco019.png" width="164" height="116" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">176</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music083.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music083.png" width="557" height="869" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">177</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN gay <i>Philander</i> left the Plain,<br /> +The Love, the Life of ev’ry Swain;<br /> +His Pipe the mournful <i>Strephon</i> took,<br /> +By some sad Bank and murm’ring Brook:<br /> +Whilst list’ning Flocks forsook their Food,<br /> +And Melancholy by him stood;<br /> +On the cold Ground himself he laid,<br /> +And thus the Mournful Shepherd play’d.<br /> +<br /> +Farewel to all that’s bright and gay,<br /> +No more glad Night and chearing Day;<br /> +No more the Sun will gild our Plain,<br /> +’Till the lost Youth return again:<br /> +Then every pensive Heart that now,<br /> +With Mournful Willow shades his Brow;<br /> +Shall crown’d with chearful Garlands sing,<br /> +And all shall seem Eternal Spring.<br /> +<br /> +Say, mighty <i>Pan</i>, if you did know,<br /> +Say all ye rural Gods below;<br /> +’Mongst all Youths that grac’d your Plain,<br /> +So gay so beautiful a Swain:<br /> +In whose sweet Air and charming Voice,<br /> +Our list’ning Swains did all Rejoyce;<br /> +Him only, O ye Gods! restore<br /> +Your Nymphs, and Shepherds ask no more.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco012.png" width="316" height="129" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">178</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line003.png" width="551" height="28" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Tho. Kingsley</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music084.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music084a.png" width="559" height="755" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">179</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music084b.png" width="553" height="579" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>OW Happy’s the Mortal whose Heart is his own,<br /> +And for his own Quiet’s beholden to none,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Eccho.</i> Beholden to none, to none;)</span><br /> +That to Love’s Enchantments ne’er lendeth an Ear,<br /> +Which a Frown or a Smile can equally bear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Eccho.</i> Can equally bear, can bear,)</span><br /> +Nor on ev’ry frail Beauty still fixes an Eye,<br /> +But from those sly Felons doth prudently fly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Eccho.</i> Doth prudently, prudently fly, doth fly;)</span><br /> +For the Heart that still wanders is pounded at last,<br /> +And ’tis hard to relieve it when once it is fast,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Eccho.</i> When once it is fast, is fast.)</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">180</a></span>By sporting with Dangers still longer and longer,<br /> +The Fetters and Chains of the Captive grows stronger;<br /> +He drills on his Evil, then curses his Fate,<br /> +And bewails those Misfortunes himself did create:<br /> +Like an empty Camelion he lives on the Air,<br /> +And all the Day lingers ’twixt Hope and Despair;<br /> +Like a Fly in the Candle he sports and he Games,<br /> +’Till a Victim in Folly, he dies in the Flames.<br /> +<br /> +If Love, so much talk’d of, a Heresie be,<br /> +Of all it enslaves few true Converts we see;<br /> +If hectoring and huffing would once do the Feat,<br /> +There’s few that would fail of a Vict’ry Compleat;<br /> +But with Gain to come off, and the Tyrant subdue,<br /> +Is an Art that is hitherto practis’d by few;<br /> +How easie is Freedom once had to maintain,<br /> +But Liberty lost is as hard to regain.<br /> +<br /> +This driv’ling and sniv’ling, and chiming in Parts,<br /> +This wining and pining, and breaking of Hearts;<br /> +All pensive and silent in Corners to sit,<br /> +Are pretty fine Pastimes for those that want Wit:<br /> +When this Passion and Fashion doth so far abuse ’em,<br /> +It were good the State should for Pendulums use ’em;<br /> +For if Reason it seize on, and make it give o’er,<br /> +No Labour can save, or reliev’t any more.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco001.png" width="217" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">181</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song.</span> <i>Set by Mr.</i> Henry Purcell.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music085.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music085.png" width="558" height="641" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> Thousand several ways I try’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hide my Passion from your view;</span><br /> +Conscious that I should be deny’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because I cannot Merit you:</span><br /> +Absence, the last and worst of all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did so encrease my wretched Pain,</span><br /> +That I return’d, rather to fall<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the swift Fate, by the swift Fate of your Disdain.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">182</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music086.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music086.png" width="552" height="592" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>O the Grove, gentle Love, let us be going,<br /> +Where the kind Spring and Wind all Day are Woing;<br /> +He with soft sighing Blasts strives to o’er-take her,<br /> +She would not tho’ she flies, have him forsake her,<br /> +But in circling Rings returning,<br /> +And in purling Whispers Mourning;<br /> +She swells and pants, as if she’d say,<br /> +Fain I would, but dare not stay.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">183</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Fishburn</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music087.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music087.png" width="556" height="583" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>ELL me no more of Flames in Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That common dull pretence,</span><br /> +Fools in Romances use to move<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft Hearts of little Sense:</span><br /> +No, <i>Strephon</i>, I’m not such a Slave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love’s banish’d Power to own;</span><br /> +Since Interest and Convenience have<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So long usurp’d his Throne.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">184</a></span>No burning Hope or cold Despair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dull Groves or purling Streams,</span><br /> +Sighing and talking to the Air<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Love’s fantastick Dreams,</span><br /> +Can move my Pity or my Hate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Satyrist I’ll prove,</span><br /> +And all ridiculous create<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That shall pretend to Love.</span><br /> +<br /> +Love was a Monarch once, ’tis true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And God-like rul’d alone,</span><br /> +And tho’ his Subjects were but few,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their Hearts were all his own;</span><br /> +But since the Slaves revolted are,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn’d into a State,</span><br /> +Their Int’rest is their only Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Love grows out of Date.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Fishburn</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music088.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music088a.png" width="550" height="340" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">185</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music088b.png" width="558" height="86" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Ealth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear;<br /> +What does Love our Business hear?<br /> +While <i>Bacchus</i> merry does appear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fight on and fear no sinking,</span><br /> +Charge it briskly to the Brim,<br /> +’Till the flying Top-sails swim,<br /> +We owe the great Discovery to him<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of this new World of Drinking.</span><br /> +<br /> +Grave Cabals that States refine,<br /> +Mingle their Debates with Wine;<br /> +<i>Ceres</i> and the God o’th’ Wine;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes every great Commander.</span><br /> +Let sober Sots Small-beer subdue,<br /> +The Wise and valiant Wine does woe;<br /> +The <i>Stagyrite</i> had the honour to<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be drunk with <i>Alexander</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Stand to your Arms, and now Advance<br /> +A Health to the <i>English</i> King of <i>France</i>;<br /> +On to the next a <i>bon Speranze</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By <i>Bacchus</i> and <i>Apollo</i>.</span><br /> +Thus in State I lead the Van,<br /> +Fall in your Place by your right-hand Man,<br /> +Beat Drum! now March! Dub a dub, ran dan,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He’s a <i>Whig</i> that will not follow.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco020.png" width="223" height="65" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">186</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> Fishburn.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music089.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music089.png" width="557" height="685" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HO’ Fortune and Love may be Deities still,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To those they Oblige by their Pow’r;</span><br /> +For my Part, they ever have us’d me so ill,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They cannot expect I’ll adore:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">187</a></span>Hereafter a Temple to Friendship I’ll raise,<br /> +And dedicate there all the rest of my Days,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the Goddess accepted my Vows,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To the Goddess accepted my Vows</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou perfectest Image of all things Divine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright Center of endless Desires,</span><br /> +May the Glory be yours, and the Services mine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I light at your Altars the Fires.</span><br /> +I offer a Heart has Devotion so pure,<br /> +It would for your Service all Torments endure,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Might you but have all things you wish,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Might you</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +But yet the Goddess of Fools to despise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I find I’m too much in her Power;</span><br /> +She makes me go where ’tis in vain to be wise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In absence of her I adore:</span><br /> +If Love then undoes me before I get back,<br /> +I still with resignment receive the Attack,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or languish away in Despair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Or languish</i>, &c.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line022.png" width="533" height="54" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> Henry Purcell.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music090.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music090a.png" width="557" height="191" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">188</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music090b.png" width="554" height="481" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>E himself courts his own Ruin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That with too great Passion sues ’em:</span><br /> +When Men Whine too much in Wooing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Women with like Coquets use ’em:</span><br /> +Some by this way of addressing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have the Sex so far transported,</span><br /> +That they’ll fool away the Blessing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Pride of being Courted.</span><br /> +<br /> +Jilt and smile when we adore ’em,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While some Blockhead buys the Favour;</span><br /> +Presents have more Power o’er ’em<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than all our soft Love and Labour,</span><br /> +Thus, like Zealots, with screw’d Faces,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We our fooling make the greater,</span><br /> +While we cant long winded Graces,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Others they fall to the Creature.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">189</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Damasene</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music091.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music091.png" width="565" height="730" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>Ease lovely <i>Strephon</i>, cease to charm;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Useless, alas! is all this Art;</span><br /> +It’s needless you should strongly arm,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To take a too, too willing Heart:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">190</a></span>I hid my weakness all I could,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And chid my pratling tell-tale Eyes,</span><br /> +For fear the easie Conquest should<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take from the value of the Prize.</span><br /> +<br /> +But oh! th’ unruly Passion grew<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So fast, it could not be conceal’d,</span><br /> +And soon, alas! I found to you<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I must without Conditions yield,</span><br /> +Tho’ you have thus surpriz’d my Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet use it kindly, for you know,</span><br /> +It’s not a gallant Victor’s part<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To insult o’er a vanquish’d Foe.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line009.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Damasene</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music092.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music092a.png" width="553" height="357" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">191</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music092b.png" width="559" height="341" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>OU happy Youths, whose Hearts are free<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Love’s Imperial Chain,</span><br /> +Henceforth be warn’d and taught by me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And taught by me to avoid inchanting Pain,</span><br /> +Fatal the Wolves to trembling Flocks,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sharp Winds to Blossoms prove:</span><br /> +To careless Seamen, hidden Rocks;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To human quiet Love.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fly the Fair-Sex, if Bliss you prize,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Snake’s beneath the Flow’r:</span><br /> +Whoever gaz’d on Beauties Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That tasted Quiet more?</span><br /> +The Kind with restless Jealousie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Cruel fill with Care;</span><br /> +With baser Falshood those betray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These kill us with Despair.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco005.png" width="67" height="66" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">192</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Dr.</i> <span class="smcap">Staggins</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music093.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music093.png" width="557" height="585" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN first <i>Amyntas</i> charm’d my Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heedless Sheep began to stray;</span><br /> +The Wolves soon stole the greatest part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all will now be made a Prey:</span><br /> +Ah! let not Love your Thoughts possess,<br /> +’Tis fatal to a Shepherdess;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dangerous Passion you must shun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else like me, be quite undone.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">193</a></span></p> + +<h2>A SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Richard Croone</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music094.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music094.png" width="553" height="416" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>OW happy and free is the resolute Swain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That denies to submit to the Yoak of the Fair;</span><br /> +Free from Excesses of Pleasure and Pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Neither dazl’d with Hope, nor deprest with Despair.</span><br /> +He’s safe from Disturbance, and calmly enjoys<br /> +All the Pleasures of Love, without Clamour and Noise.<br /> +<br /> +Poor Shepherds in vain their Affections reveal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a Nymph that is peevish, proud sullen and coy;</span><br /> +Vainly do Virgins their Passions conceal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they boil in their Grief, ’till themselves they destroy,</span><br /> +And thus the poor Darling lies under a Curse:<br /> +To be check’d in the Womb, or o’erlaid by the Nurse.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">194</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Sung by Mrs.</i> Cross <i>in the</i> Mock-Astrologer,<br /> +<i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Ramondon</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music095.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music095a.png" width="556" height="772" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">195</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music095b.png" width="554" height="218" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HY so pale and wan fond Lover?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale:</span><br /> +Will, when looking well can’t move her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looking Ill, looking ill prevail?</span><br /> +Why so dull and mute young Sinner?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prithee, prithee why so mute;</span><br /> +Will, when speaking well can’t win her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying nothing, nothing do’t?</span><br /> +Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot take her;</span><br /> +If of her self she will not love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nothing can, nothing can make her,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Devil, the Devil, the Devil, the Devil take her.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco002.png" width="122" height="184" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">196</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>occasioned by a Lady’s wearing a Patch upon a becoming place +on her Face. Set by Mr.</i> John Weldon.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music096.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music096a.png" width="560" height="816" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">197</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music096b.png" width="558" height="630" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HAT little Patch upon your Face<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wou’d seem a Foil on one less Fair,</span><br /> +Wou’d seem a Foil, wou’d seem a Foil,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wou’d seem a Foil on one less Fair:</span><br /> +On you it hides a charming Grace,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you in Pity, you in Pity,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You in Pity plac’d it there;</span><br /> +On you it hides a Charming Grace,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you in Pity, you in Pity,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Pity plac’d it there.</span><br /> +<i>And you in Pity, Pity,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And you in Pity plac’d it there.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">198</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set and Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leveridge</span> <i>at the</i><br /> +<span class="smcap">Theater</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music097.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music097a.png" width="555" height="802" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">199</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music097b.png" width="554" height="219" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span><i>RIS</i> beware when <i>Strephon</i> pursues you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis but to boast a Conquest won:</span><br /> +All his Designs are aim’d to undo you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Break off the Love he has begun:</span><br /> +When he’s Addressing, and prays for the Blessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which none but his <i>Iris</i> can give alone;</span><br /> +O then beware, ’tis all to undo you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis but to boast a Conquest won:</span><br /> +She that’s believing, while he is deceiving,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like many already, will be undone;</span><br /> +<i>Iris</i> beware when <i>Strephon</i> pursues you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis but to boast a Conquest won.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line012.png" width="427" height="158" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">200</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Ramondon</span>, <i>Sung at the</i><br /> +Theatre.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music098.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music098.png" width="553" height="786" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">201</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>OW charming <i>Phillis</i> is, how Fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How charming <i>Phillis</i> is, how Fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O that she were as willing,</span><br /> +To ease my wounded Heart of Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make her Eyes less killing;</span><br /> +To ease my wounded Heart of Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make her Eyes less killing;</span><br /> +To ease my wounded Heart of Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make her Eyes less killing;</span><br /> +To ease my wounded Heart of Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make her Eyes less killing.</span><br /> +<br /> +I Sigh, I Sigh, I Languish now,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Love will not let me rest;</span><br /> +I drive about the Park and Bow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where-e’er I meet my Dearest.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line016.png" width="550" height="49" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Anthony Young</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music099.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music099a.png" width="556" height="334" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">202</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music099b.png" width="554" height="386" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>EASE whining <i>Damon</i> to Complain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of thy Unhappy Fate;</span><br /> +That <i>Sylvia</i> should thy Love disdain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which lasting was and great.</span><br /> +<br /> +For Love so constant flames so bright,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">More unsuccessful prove:</span><br /> +Than cold neglect and sudden slight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gain the Nymph you love.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then only you’ll obtain the Prize,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When you her Coyness use;</span><br /> +If you pursue the Fair, she flies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if you fly, pursues.</span><br /> +<br /> +Had <i>Phœbus</i> not pursu’d so fast<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The seeming cruel she;</span><br /> +The God a Virgin had embrac’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not a lifeless Tree.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">203</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the</i> <span class="smcap">Opera</span> <i>call’d the</i> <span class="smcap">Brittish<br /> +Enchanters</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">J. Eccles</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music100.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music100a.png" width="556" height="856" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">204</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music100b.png" width="551" height="493" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">P</span>Lague us not with idle Stories,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whining Loves, whining Loves, whining Loves,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And Senceless Glories.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What are Lovers? what are Kings?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What, at best, but slavish Things?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What are Lovers? what are Kings?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What, at best, but slavish Things?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What, at best, but slavish Things?</span><br /> +<br /> +Free I liv’d as Nature made me,<br /> +Love nor Beauty durst invade me,<br /> +No rebellious Slaves betray’d me,<br /> +Free I liv’d as Nature made me,<br /> +Each by turns as Sence inspired me,<br /> +<i>Bacchus</i>, <i>Ceres</i>, <i>Venus</i> fir’d me,<br /> +I alone have learnt true Pleasure,<br /> +Freedom, Freedom, Freedom is the only, only Treasure.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">205</a></span></p> + +<h2>JUNO <i>in the Prize.</i></h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">John Weldon</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music101.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music101.png" width="554" height="494" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>ET Ambition fire thy Mind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou wert born o’er Men to Reign;</span><br /> +Not to follow Flocks design’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Scorn thy Crook, and leave the Plain:</span><br /> +Not to follow Flocks design’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Scorn thy Crook, and leave the Plain.</span><br /> +<br /> +Crowns I’ll throw beneath thy Feet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou on Necks of Kings shalt tread,</span><br /> +Joys in Circles, Joys shall meet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which way e’re thy fancy leads.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">206</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Beau’s Character in the Comedy call’d</i> Hampstead-Heath. <i>Set and +Sung by Mr.</i> Ramondon.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music102.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music102.png" width="552" height="826" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">207</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><span class="dropcap">A</span> Whig that’s full,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An empty Scull,</span><br /> +A Box of <i>Burgamot</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Hat ne’er made</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To fit his Head</span><br /> +No more than that to Plot.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Hand that’s White,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Ring that’s right,</span><br /> +A Sword, Knot, Patch and Feather;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Gracious Smile,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Grounds and Oyl,</span><br /> +Do very well together.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A smatch of <i>French</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And none of Sence,</span><br /> +All Conquering Airs and Graces;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Tune that Thrills,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Lear that Kills,</span><br /> +Stoln Flights and borrow’d Phrases.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Chariot Gilt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To wait on Jilt,</span><br /> +An awkward Pace and Carriage;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Foreign Tower,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Domestick Whore,</span><br /> +And Mercenary Marriage.<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Limber Ham,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">G—— D—— ye M’am,</span><br /> +A Smock-Face, tho’ a Tann’d one;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A Peaceful Sword,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not one wise Word,</span><br /> +But State and Prate at Random.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Duns, Bastards, Claps,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Am’rous Scraps,</span><br /> +Of <i>Cælia</i> and <i>Amadis</i>;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Toss up a Beau,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That Grand Ragou,</span><br /> +That Hodge-Podge for the Ladies.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">208</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the Innocent Mistress. Set by<br /> +Mr.</i> John Eccles, <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> Hodgson.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music103.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music103a.png" width="554" height="840" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">209</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music103b.png" width="553" height="512" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>Hen I languish’d and wish’d you wou’d something bestow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You bad me to give it a Name;</span><br /> +But by Heav’n I know it as little as you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho’ my Ignorance passes for Shame:</span><br /> +You take for Devotion each passionate Glance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And think the dull Fool is sincere;</span><br /> +But never believe that I spake in Romance,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On purpose to tickle, on purpose, on purpose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On purpose to tickle your Ear:</span><br /> +To please me than more, think still I am true,<br /> +And hug each Apocryphal Text;<br /> +Tho’ I practice a Thousand false Doctrines on you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I shall still have enough, I shall still have enough,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall still have enough for the next.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">210</a></span></p> + +<h2>VENUS <i>to</i> PARIS <i>in the Prize Musick.<br /> +Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">John Weldon</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music104.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music104a.png" width="555" height="842" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music104b.png" width="549" height="598" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>Ither turn thee, hither turn thee, hither turn thee gentle Swain,<br /> +Hither turn thee, hither turn thee, hither turn thee gentle Swain,<br /> +Let not <i>Venus</i>, let not <i>Venus</i>, let not <i>Venus</i> sue in vain;<br /> +<i>Venus</i> rules, <i>Venus</i> rules, <i>Venus</i> rules the Gods above,<br /> +Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, and she rules Love?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Venus</i> rules the Gods above,</span><br /> +Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them,<br /> +Love rules them, Love rules them, and she rules Love.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love rules them, and she rules Love.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>The Words by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Ward</span>, <i>Set by Mr.</i><br /> +<span class="smcap">Harris</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music105.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music105a.png" width="554" height="826" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music105b.png" width="553" height="309" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span><i>Elinda</i>! why do you distrust,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So faithful and so kind a Heart:</span><br /> +Which cannot prove to you unjust,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But must it self endure the smart:</span><br /> +No, no, no, no the wandring Stars,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall sooner cease their Motion;</span><br /> +And Nature reconcile the Jars,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twixt <i>Boreas</i> and the Ocean:</span><br /> +The fixed Poles shall seem to move,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ramble from their Places;</span><br /> +E’er I’ll from fair <i>Belinda</i> rove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or slight her charming Graces.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco021.png" width="112" height="184" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> William Turner.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music106.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music106.png" width="549" height="412" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>ONG was the Day e’re <i>Alexis</i> my Lover,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To finish my Hopes would his Passion reveal;</span><br /> +He could not speak, nor I could not discover,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What my poor aking Heart was so loath to conceal:</span><br /> +Till the Strength of his Passion his Fear had remov’d,<br /> +Then we mutually talk’d, and we mutually lov’d.<br /> +<br /> +Groves for Umbrella’s did kindly o’er-shade us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From <i>Phœbus</i> hot rages, who like envy in strove;</span><br /> +Had not kind Fate this Provision made us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the Nymphs of the Air would have envy’d our Love:</span><br /> +But we stand below Envy that ill-natur’d Fate,<br /> +And above cruel Scorn is happy Estate.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set to Musick by Mr.</i> John Eccles.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music107.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music107a.png" width="559" height="819" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music107b.png" width="557" height="964" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>S <i>Cupid</i> roguishly one Day,<br /> +Had all alone stole out to play;<br /> +The <i>Muses</i> caught the little, little, little Knave,<br /> +And captive Love to Beauty gave:<br /> +The <i>Muses</i> caught the little, little, little Knave,<br /> +And captive Love to Beauty gave:<br /> +The laughing Dame soon miss’d her Son,<br /> +And here and there, and here and there,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here and there distracted run;</span><br /> +Distracted run, and here and there,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here and there, and here and there distracted run:</span><br /> +And still his Liberty to gain, his Liberty to gain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Offers his Ransom,</span><br /> +But in vain, in vain, in vain;<br /> +The willing, willing Prisoner still hugs his Chain,<br /> +And Vows he’ll ne’er be free,<br /> +And Vows he’ll ne’er be free,<br /> +No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,<br /> +No, no, no, no, no he’ll ne’er be free again,<br /> +No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,<br /> +No, no, no, no, no he’ll ne’er be free again.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>Old</i> <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music108.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music108.png" width="556" height="166" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>F old Soldiers, the Song you would hear,<br /> +And we old Fidlers have forgot who they were,<br /> +But all we remember shall come to your Ear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>That we are old Soldiers of the Queens,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>And the Queens old Soldiers.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</a></span>With the <i>Old Drake</i>, that was the next Man<br /> +To <i>Old Franciscus</i>, who first it began,<br /> +To sail through the Streights of <i>Magellan</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +That put the proud <i>Spanish Armado</i> to wrack,<br /> +And Travell’d all o’er the old World, and came back,<br /> +In his old Ship, laden with Gold and old Sack,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With an <i>Old Cavendish</i>, that seconded him,<br /> +And taught his old Sails the same Passage to swim,<br /> +And did them therefore with Cloth of Gold Trim,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Like an <i>Old Rawleigh</i>, that twice and again,<br /> +Sailed over most part of the <i>Seas</i>, and then<br /> +Travell’d all o’er the World with his Pen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With an <i>Old John Norris</i>, the General,<br /> +That at old <i>Gaunt</i>, made his Fame Immortal,<br /> +In spight of his Foes, with no loss at all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Like <i>Old Brest Fort</i>, an invincible thing,<br /> +When the old <i>Queen</i> sent him to help the <i>French</i> King,<br /> +Took from the proud <i>Fox</i>, to the World’s wond’ring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Where an old stout <i>Fryer</i>, as goes the Story,<br /> +Came to push of Pike with him in Vain-glory,<br /> +But he was almost sent to his own <i>Purgatory</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>By this old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With an <i>Old Ned Norris</i>, that kept <i>Ostend</i>,<br /> +A terror to Foe, and a Refuge to Friend,<br /> +And left it Impregnable to his last End,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +That in the old unfortunate Voyage of all,<br /> +March’d o’er the old Bridge, and knock’d at the Wall,<br /> +Of <i>Lisbon</i>, the Mistress of <i>Portugal</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</a></span>With an <i>Old Tim Norris</i>, by the old <i>Queen</i> sent,<br /> +Of <i>Munster</i> in <i>Ireland</i>, Lord President,<br /> +Where his Days and his Blood in her service he spent,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With an <i>Old Harry Norris</i>, in Battle wounded,<br /> +In his Knee, whose Leg was cut off, and he said,<br /> +You have spoil’d my Dancing, and dy’d in his Bed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With an <i>Old Will Norris</i>, the oldest of all,<br /> +Who went voluntary, without any Call,<br /> +To th’ old <i>Irish</i> Wars, to’s Fame Immortal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With an <i>Old Dick Wenman</i>, the first in his Prime,<br /> +That over the Walls of old <i>Cales</i> did Clime,<br /> +And there was Knighted, and liv’d all his Time,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Like an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With <i>Old Nando Wenman</i>, when <i>Brest</i> was o’er thrown,<br /> +Into the Air, into the Seas, with Gunpowder blown,<br /> +Yet bravely recovering, long after was known,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>For an Old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +When an <i>Old Tom Wenman</i>, whose bravest delight,<br /> +Was in a good Cause for his Country to Fight,<br /> +And dy’d in <i>Ireland</i>, a good old Knight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>And an old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +With a Young <i>Ned Wenman</i>, so valiant and bold,<br /> +In the Wars of <i>Bohemia</i>, as with the Old,<br /> +Deserves for his Valour to be Enroll’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>An old Soldier</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And thus of Old Soldiers, ye hear the Fame,<br /> +But ne’er so many of one House and Name,<br /> +And all of old <i>John Lord Viscount</i> of <i>Thame</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>An old Soldier of the Queens,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>And the Queens old Soldier.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>On the Tombs in</i> Westminster Abby.</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p class="hang"><i>You must suppose it to be</i> Easter <i>Holy-Days: At what time</i> Sisly +<i>and</i> Dol, Kate <i>and</i> Peggy, Moll <i>and</i> Nan, <i>are marching to</i> +Westminster, <i>with a Leash of Prentices before ’em; who go rowing +themselves along with their right Arms to make more hast, and now and +then with a greasie Muckender wipe away the dripping that bastes their +Foreheads. At the Door they meet a crowd of</i> Wapping <i>Sea-men</i>, +Southwark <i>Broom-men, the Inhabitants of the</i> Bank-Side, <i>with a +Butcher or two prickt in among them. There a while they stand gaping +for the Master of the Show, staring upon the Suburbs of their dearest +delight, just as they stand gaping upon the painted Cloth before they +go into the Puppet Play. By and by they hear the Bunch of Keys, which +rejoyces their Hearts like the sound of the</i> Pancake-Bell. <i>For now +the Man of Comfort peeps over the Spikes, and beholding such a learned +Auditory, opens the Gate of</i> Paradise, <i>and by that time they are half +got into the first Chapel, (for time is very precious) he lifts up his +Voice among the Tombs, and begins his Lurrey in manner and form +following.</i></p> +</div> + +<p class="center"><i>To the foregoing Tune; In Imitation of the Old Soldiers.</i></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>ERE lies <i>William de Valence</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A right good Earl of <i>Pembroke</i>,</span><br /> +And this is his Monument which you see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll swear upon a Book.</span><br /> +<br /> +He was high Marshal of <i>England</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When <i>Henry</i> the Third did Reign;</span><br /> +But this you take upon my Word,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he’ll ne’er be so again.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here the Lord <i>Edward Talbot</i> lies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Town of <i>Shrewsbury’s</i> Earl;</span><br /> +Together with his Countess fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was a most delicate Girl.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</a></span>The next to him there lyeth one,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sir <i>Richard Peckshall</i> hight;</span><br /> +Of whom we only this do say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a <i>Hampshire</i> Knight.</span><br /> +<br /> +But now to tell you more of him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There lies beneath this Stone:</span><br /> +Two Wives of his, and Daughters four,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To all of Us unknown.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sir <i>Bernard Brockhurst</i> there doth lie,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord Chamberlain to Queen <i>Ann</i>;</span><br /> +Queen <i>Ann</i> was <i>Richard</i> the Second’s Queen,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And was King of <i>England</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sir <i>Francis Hollis</i>, the Lady <i>Frances</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The same was <i>Suffolk’s</i> Dutchess;</span><br /> +Two Children of <i>Edward</i> the Third,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lie here in Death’s cold Clutches.</span><br /> +<br /> +This is the Third King <i>Edward’s</i> Brother,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of whom our Records tell</span><br /> +Nothing of Note, nor say they whether,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He be in Heaven or Hell.</span><br /> +<br /> +This same was <i>John</i> of <i>Eldeston</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was no Costermonger;</span><br /> +But <i>Cornwall’s</i> Earl, and here’s one dy’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Cause he could live no longer.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Lady <i>Mohun</i>, Dutchess of <i>York</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Duke of <i>York’s</i> Wife also;</span><br /> +But Death resolv’d to Horn the Duke,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lies now with Death below.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Lady <i>Ann Ross</i>, but wot ye well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That she in Childbed dy’d;</span><br /> +The Lady Marquiss of <i>Winchester</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lies Buried by her side.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</a></span>Now think your Penny well spent good Folks,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that you’re not beguil’d;</span><br /> +Within this Cup doth lie the Heart<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a <i>French Embassador’s</i> Child.</span><br /> +<br /> +But how the Devil it came to pass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On purpose, or by chance;</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Dol. <i>I warrant ye the</i> Pharises <i>carried it away.</i></span>The Bowels they lie underneath,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Body is in <i>France</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +There’s <i>Oxford’s</i> Countess, and there also<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lady <i>Burleigh</i> her Mother;</span><br /> +And there her Daughter, a Countess too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lie close by one another.</span><br /> +<br /> +These once were bonny Dames, and tho’<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were no Coaches then,</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Dick. <i>Ho, ho, ho, I warrant ye they did as other Women +did, ha</i> Ralf. Ralf. <i>Oy, Oy.</i></span>Yet could they jog their Tails themselves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or had them jogg’d by Men.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +But woe is me! those high born Sinners;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That went to pray so stoutly;</span><br /> +Are now laid low, and ’cause they can’t,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their Statues pray devoutly.</span><br /> +<br /> +This is the Dutchess of <i>Somerset</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Name the Lady <i>Ann</i>;</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Tom. <i>I have heard a Ballad of him sang at</i> Ratcliff Cross. +Mol. <i>I believe we have it at home over our Kitchin Mantle-Tree.</i></span>Her Lord <i>Edward</i> the Sixth Protected,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! he was a Gallant Man.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +In this fair Monument which you see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adorn’d with so many Pillars;</span><br /> +Doth lie the Countess of <i>Buckingham</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her Husband, Sir <i>George Villers</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +This old Sir <i>George</i> was Grandfather,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Countess she was Granny;</span><br /> +To the great Duke of <i>Buckingham</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who often topt King <i>Jammy</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">223</a></span>Sir <i>Robert Eatam</i>, a <i>Scotch</i> Knight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This Man was Secretary;</span><br /> +And scribl’d Compliments for two Queens,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Queen <i>Ann</i>, and eke Queen <i>Mary</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +This was the Countess of <i>Lenox</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yclep’d the Lady <i>Marget</i>:</span><br /> +King <i>James’s</i> Grandmother, and yet<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Gainst Death she had no Target.</span><br /> +<br /> +This was Queen <i>Mary</i>, Queen of <i>Scots</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom <i>Buchanan</i> doth bespatter;</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Dol. <i>How came she here then?</i> Will. <i>Why ye silly Oafe +could not she be brought here, after she was Dead?</i></span>She lost her Head at <i>Tottingham</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What ever was the Matter.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +The Mother of our Seventh <i>Henry</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is that lyeth hard by;</span><br /> +She was the Countess wot ye well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of <i>Richmond</i> and of <i>Derby</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Henry</i> the Seventh lieth here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his fair Queen beside him,</span><br /> +He was the Founder of this Chapel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! may no ill betide him.</span><br /> +<br /> +Therefore his Monument’s in Brass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’ll say that very much is;</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Rog. <i>I warrant ye these were no small Fools in those +days.</i></span>The Duke of <i>Richmond</i> and <i>Lenox</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There lieth with his Dutchess.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +And here they stand upright in a Press<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Bodies made of Wax;</span><br /> +With a Globe and a Wand in either Hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And their Robes upon their Backs.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here lies the Duke of <i>Buckingham</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Dutchess his Wife;</span><br /> +Him <i>Felton</i> Stabb’d at <i>Portsmouth</i> Town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so he lost his Life.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">224</a></span>Two Children of King <i>James</i> these are,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom Death keeps very chary;</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Bess. <i>Good Woman pray still your Child, it keeps such a +bawling, we can’t hear what the Man says.</i></span><i>Sophia</i> in the Cradle lies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this is the Lady <i>Mary</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +And this is Queen <i>Elizabeth</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How the <i>Spaniards</i> did infest her?</span><br /> +Here she lies Buried, with Queen <i>Mary</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now agrees with her Sister.</span><br /> +<br /> +To another Chapel now we come,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The People follow and chat;</span><br /> +This is the Lady <i>Cottington</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the People cry, who’s that?</span><br /> +<br /> +This is the Lady <i>Frances Sidney</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Countess of <i>Suffolk</i> was she;</span><br /> +And this the Lord <i>Dudley Carleton</i> is,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then they look up and see.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sir <i>Thomas Brumley</i> lieth here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Death would him not reprieve;</span><br /> +With his four Sons, and Daughters four,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That once were all alive.</span><br /> +<br /> +The next is Sir <i>John Fullerton</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this is his Lady I trow;</span><br /> +And this is Sir <i>John Puckering</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom none of you did know.</span><br /> +<br /> +That’s the Earl of <i>Bridgwater</i> in the middle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who makes no use of his Bladder;</span><br /> +Although his Lady lie so near him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so we go up a Ladder.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +<span class="sidenote">Kate. <i>He took more pains, than I would ha done for a +Hundred such.</i></span><i>Edward</i> the First, that Gallant Blade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lies underneath this Stone;</span><br /> +And this is the Chair which he did bring,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A good while ago from <i>Scone</i>.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">225</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="sidenote">Ralf. <i>Gad I warrant there has been many a Maiden-head got +in that Chair.</i> Tom. <i>Gad and I’ll come hither and try one of these +Days, an’t be but to get a Prince.</i> Dol. <i>A</i> Papist <i>I warrant him.</i></span>In this same Chair, till now of late,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Kings and Queens were Crown’d;</span><br /> +Under this Chair another Stone<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth lie upon the Ground.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +On that same Stone did <i>Jacob</i> sleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Instead of a Down Pillow;</span><br /> +And after that ’twas hither brought,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By some good honest Fellow.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Richard</i> the Second lieth here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his first Queen, Queen <i>Ann</i>;</span><br /> +<i>Edward</i> the Third lies here hard by,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! there was a Gallant Man.</span><br /> +<br /> +For this was his two handed Sword,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Blade both true and Trusty;</span><br /> +The <i>French</i> Men’s Blood was ne’er wip’d off,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which makes it look so rusty.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here he lies again, with his Queen <i>Philip</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <i>Dutch</i> Woman by Record,</span><br /> +But that’s all one, for now alass!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Blade’s not so long as his Sword.</span><br /> +<br /> +King <i>Edward</i> the Confessor lies<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within this Monument fine;</span><br /> +I’m sure, quoth one, a worser Tomb<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must serve both me and mine.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Harry</i> the Fifth lies there, and there<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth lie Queen <i>Eleanor</i>;</span><br /> +To our first <i>Edward</i> she was Wife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which was more than ye knew before.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Henry</i> the Third lies there Entomb’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was Herb <i>John</i> in Pottage;</span><br /> +Little he did, but still Reign’d on,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although his Sons were at Age.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">226</a></span>Fifty six Years he Reigned King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E’er he the Crown would lay by;</span><br /> +Only we praise him, ’cause he was<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Last Builder of the <i>Abby</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here <i>Thomas Cecil</i> lies, who’s that?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why ’tis the Earl of <i>Exeter</i>;</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Dol. <i>Ay, ay, I warrant her, rich Folks are as unwilling to +die as poor Folks.</i></span>And this his Countess is, to Die<br /> +How it perplexed her.<br /> +</p> + +<p> +Here <i>Henry Cary</i>, Lord <i>Hunsdon</i> rests,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a noise he makes with his Name?</span><br /> +<span class="sidenote">Sisly. <i>That’s he for whom our Bells ring so often, is it +not</i> Mary? Mol. <i>Ay, ay, the very same.</i></span>Lord Chamberlain was he unto<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Queen <i>Elizabeth</i> of great Fame.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +And here’s one <i>William Colchester</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lies of a Certainty;</span><br /> +An Abbot was he of <i>Westminster</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he that saith no, doth lie.</span><br /> +<br /> +This is the Bishop of <i>Durham</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Death here lay’d in Fetters;</span><br /> +<i>Henry</i> the Seventh lov’d him well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so he wrote his Letters.</span><br /> +<br /> +Sir <i>Thomas Bacchus</i>, what of him?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor Gentleman not a Word;</span><br /> +Only they Buried him here; but now<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold that Man with a Sword.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Humphry de Bohun</i>, who though he were<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not born with me i’the same Town;</span><br /> +Yet I can tell he was Earl of <i>Essex</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of <i>Hertford</i>, and <i>Northampton</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +He was High Constable of <i>England</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As History well expresses;</span><br /> +But now pretty Maids be of good Chear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We’re going up to the Presses.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">227</a></span>And now the Presses open stand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ye see them all arow;</span><br /> +But never no more are said of these<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then what is said below.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now down the Stairs come we again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Man goes first with a Staff;</span><br /> +Some two or three tumble down the Stairs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then the People laugh.</span><br /> +<br /> +This is the great Sir <i>Francis Vere</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That so the <i>Spaniards</i> curry’d;</span><br /> +Four Colonels support his Tomb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here his Body’s Buried.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="sidenote">Dick. <i>I warrant ye he had two, if he could have but kep’d +’em.</i></span>That <i>Statue</i> against the <i>Wall</i> with one Eye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is Major General <i>Norris</i>;</span><br /> +He beat the <i>Spaniards</i> cruelly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As is affirm’d in Stories.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p> +His six Sons there hard by him stand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each one was a Commander;</span><br /> +To shew he could a Lady serve,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as the <i>Hollander</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +And there doth Sir <i>John Hollis</i> rest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who was the Major General;</span><br /> +To Sir <i>John Norris</i>, that brave blade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so they go to Dinner all.</span><br /> +<br /> +For now the Shew is at an end,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All things are done and said;</span><br /> +The Citizen pays for his Wife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Prentice for the Maid.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco011.png" width="62" height="64" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">228</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Campion</span>, <i>in the Comedy call’d</i>, she wou’d and +she wou’d not. <i>By Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">John Weldon</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music109.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music109a.png" width="558" height="836" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">229</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music109b.png" width="557" height="955" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">230</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music109c.png" width="552" height="362" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span><i>ÆLIA</i> my Heart has often rang’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like Bees o’er Gaudy Flowers;</span><br /> +And many Thousand Loves have chang’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Till it was fix’d, ’till it was fix’d on yours;</span><br /> +But <i>Cælia</i> when I saw those Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas soon, ’twas soon determin’d there;</span><br /> +Stars might as well forsake the Skies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Vanish into Air:</span><br /> +Stars might as well forsake the Skies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Vanish into Air.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now if from the great Rules I err,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">New Beauties, new Beauties to admire;</span><br /> +May I again, again turn wanderer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never, never, never, never, never, no, never,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, never, never, never, never, never, never,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, never, never, settle more:</span><br /> +May I again, again turn wanderer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never, never, never, never, never, no, never,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, never, never, never, never, never, never,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, never, never, settle more.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">231</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>made for the Entertainment of her Royal Highness. Set by +Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leveridge</span>. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Lindsey</span> <i>in</i> <span class="smcap">Caligula</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music110.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music110a.png" width="556" height="810" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">232</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music110b.png" width="556" height="947" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">233</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music110c.png" width="554" height="285" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>Ho’ over all Mankind, besides my conquering Beauty,<br /> +Conquering beauty, my conquering beauty Reigns;<br /> +My conquering Beauty Reigns;<br /> +From him I love, from him I love when I meet disdain,<br /> +A killing damp, a killing damp comes o’er my Pride:<br /> +I’m fair and young, I’m fair and young,<br /> +I’m fair and young in vain:<br /> +I’m fair and young, I’m fair and young,<br /> +I’m fair and young in vain;<br /> +No, no, no, let him wander where he will,<br /> +Let him wander, let him wander,<br /> +Let him wander, let him wander where he will,<br /> +I shall have Youth and Beauty, Youth and Beauty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Youth and Beauty,</span><br /> +I shall have Youth and Beauty, Youth and Beauty still;<br /> +I shall have Beauty that can charm a <i>Jove</i>,<br /> +Can Charm a <i>Jove</i>, and no fault,<br /> +No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no fault, no, no, no fault,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But constant Love:</span><br /> +From my Arms then let him fly, fly, fly,<br /> +From my Arms then let him fly;<br /> +Shall I languish, pine, and dye?<br /> +No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no not I.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">234</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the Fair</i> <span class="smcap">Penitent</span>. <i>Set by<br /> +Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Eccles</span>. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Hudson</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music111.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music111a.png" width="551" height="827" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">235</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music111b.png" width="555" height="954" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">236</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music111c.png" width="554" height="957" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">237</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music111d.png" width="554" height="212" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>TAY, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou’d you fly?<br /> +Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou’d you fly?<br /> +Whither, whither wou’d you fly?<br /> +Too Charming, too Charming, too relentless Maid,<br /> +I follow not to conquer, not to conquer,<br /> +I follow not to conquer, but to dye:<br /> +You of the fearful, of the fearful are afraid,<br /> +Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou’d you fly?<br /> +Whither, whither, whither, whither, ah whither wou’d you fly?<br /> +<br /> +In vain, in vain I call, in vain, in vain I call,<br /> +While she like fleeting, fleeting Air;<br /> +When press’d by some tempestuous Wind,<br /> +Flys swifter from the voice of my Despair:<br /> +Nor cast a pitying, pitying, pitying, pitying look behind,<br /> +No not one, no not one, not one pitying, pitying look,<br /> +Not one pitying, pitying, pitying look behind,<br /> +No not one, no not one, not one pitying, pitying, pitying look behind,<br /> +No not one, no not one, not one pitying, pitying, pitying look behind.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco003.png" width="94" height="52" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">238</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A new</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>The Words by Mr.</i> Tho. Wall. <i>Set to Musick by Mr.</i> +Henry Eccles, <i>Junior.</i></p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music112.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music112.png" width="553" height="857" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">239</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">N</span>O more let <i>Damon’s</i> Eyes pursue,<br /> +No more let <i>Damon’s</i> Eyes pursue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bright enchanting Fair;</span><br /> +<i>Almira</i> thousands, thousands, thousands can undo,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thousands more, and thousands more,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thousands more may still despair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thousands more may still despair.</span><br /> +<br /> +For oh her bright alluring Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Graces all admire;</span><br /> +For her the wounded Lover dies,<br /> +And ev’ry Breast, and ev’ry Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ev’ry Breast is set on Fire.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then oh poor <i>Damon</i>, see thy Fate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But never more complain;</span><br /> +For all a Thousand Hearts will stake,<br /> +And all may sigh, and all may die,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all may sigh and die in vain.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line013.png" width="554" height="37" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Dear Joy’s</span> <i>Lamentation.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music113.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music113.png" width="554" height="332" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">240</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>O my dear Joy, now what dost thou think?<br /> +Hoop by my shoul our Country-men stink;<br /> +To <i>Ireland</i> they can never return,<br /> +The Hereticks there our Houses will burn:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah hone, ah hone, ah hone a cree.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +A Pox on <i>T——l</i> for a Son of a W——,<br /> +He was the cause of our coming o’er;<br /> +And when to <i>Dublin</i> we came to put on our Coats,<br /> +He told us his business was cutting of Throats.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Our Devil has left us now in the Lurch,<br /> +A Plague light upon the <i>Protestant</i> C——<br /> +If <i>P——s</i> had let but the Bishops alone,<br /> +O then the Nation had all been our own.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +And I wish other Measures had been taken,<br /> +For now I fear we shan’t save our Bacon;<br /> +Now <i>Orange</i> to <i>London</i> is coming down-right,<br /> +And the Soldiers against him resolve not to Fight<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +What we shall do, the Lord himself knows,<br /> +Our Army is beaten without any blows;<br /> +Our M——r begins to feel some remorse,<br /> +For the Grey Mare has proved the better Horse.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +If the <i>French</i> do but come, which is all our Hopes,<br /> +We’ll bundle the Hereticks all up with Ropes;<br /> +If <i>London</i> stands to us as <i>Bristol</i> has done,<br /> +We need not fear but <i>Orange</i> must run.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ah hone</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +But if they prove false, and to <i>Orange</i> they scower,<br /> +By G—— all the M—— shall play from the <i>Tower</i>;<br /> +Our Massacree fresh in their Memories grown,<br /> +The Devil tauk me, we all shall go down.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>A hone, a hone, a hone a Cree.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">241</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Character of a</i> Seat’s-man; <i>written by one of the</i> <span class="smcap">Craft</span>: <i>To be +Sung on</i> <span class="smcap">Crispin</span>-Night. <i>Tune</i> Packington’s Pound.</p> +</div> + + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music114.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music114.png" width="555" height="562" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span> Am one in whom Nature has fix’d a Decree,<br /> +Ordaining my Life to happy and free;<br /> +With no Cares of the World I am never perplex’d,<br /> +And never depending, I never am vex’d:<br /> +I’m neither of so high nor so low a degree,<br /> +But Ambition and Want are both strangers to me;<br /> +My life is a compound of Freedom and Ease,<br /> +I go where I will, and I work when I please:<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">242</a></span>I live above Envy, and yet above Spight,<br /> +And have Judgment enough for to do my self right;<br /> +Some greater and richer I own there may be,<br /> +Yet as many live worse, as live better than me,<br /> +And few that from Cares live so quiet and free.<br /> +<br /> +When Money comes in I live well ’till it’s gone,<br /> +So with it I’m happy, Content when I’ve none:<br /> +I spend it Genteelly, and never repent,<br /> +If I lose it at Play, why I count it but Lent:<br /> +For that which at one time I Lose among Friends,<br /> +Another Night’s Winnings still makes me amends:<br /> +And though I’m without the first Day of the Week,<br /> +I still make it out by Shift or by Tick:<br /> +In Mirth at my Work the swift Hours do pass,<br /> +And by <i>Saturday</i> Night, I’m as rich as I was.<br /> +<br /> +Then let Masters drudge on, and be Slaves to their Trade,<br /> +Let their Hours of Pleasure by Business be stay’d;<br /> +Let them venture their Stocks to be ruin’d by Trust,<br /> +Let Clickers bark on the whole Day at their Post:<br /> +Let ’em tire all that pass with their rotified Cant,<br /> +“Will you buy any Shoes, pray see what you want”;<br /> +Let the rest of the World still contend to be great,<br /> +Let some by their Losses repine at their Fate:<br /> +Let others that Thrive, not content with their store,<br /> +Be plagu’d with the Trouble and Thoughts to get more.<br /> +<br /> +Let wise Men invent, ’till the World be deceived,<br /> +Let Fools thrive thro’ Fortune, and Knaves be believed;<br /> +Let such as are rich know no Want, but Content,<br /> +Let others be plagu’d to pay Taxes and Rent:<br /> +With more Freedom and Pleasure my Time I’ll employ,<br /> +And covet no Blessings but what we enjoy.<br /> +<br /> +Then let’s celebrate <i>Crispin</i> with Bumpers and Songs,<br /> +And they that drink Foul, may it blister their Tongues,<br /> +Here’s two in a Hand, and let no one deny ’em,<br /> +Since <i>Crispin</i> in Youth was a <i>Seat’s-man</i> as I am.</p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">243</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Female Scuffle. To the foregoing Tune.</i></h2> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>F late in the Park a fair Fancy was seen,<br /> +Betwixt an old <i>Baud</i> and a lusty young <i>Quean</i>;<br /> +Their parting of Money began the uproar,<br /> +I’ll have half says the <i>Baud</i>, but you shan’t says the <i>Whore</i>:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Why ’tis my own House,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I care not a Louse,</span><br /> +I’ll ha’ three parts in four, or you get not a Souse.<br /> +<br /> +’Tis I, says the <i>Whore</i>, must take all the Pains,<br /> +And you shall be damn’d e’er you get all the Gains;<br /> +The <i>Baud</i> being vex’d, straight to her did say,<br /> +Come off wi’ your <i>Duds</i>, and I pray pack away,<br /> +And likewise your <i>Ribbonds</i>, your <i>Gloves</i>, and your <i>Hair</i>,<br /> +For naked you came, and so out you go bare;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then <i>Buttocks</i> so bold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Began for to Scold,</span><br /> +<i>Hurrydan</i> was not able her <i>Clack</i> for to hold.<br /> +<br /> +Both <i>Pell-Mell</i> fell to’t, and made this uproar,<br /> +With these Compliments, th’art a <i>Baud</i>, th’art a <i>Whore</i>:<br /> +The <i>Bauds</i> and the <i>Buttocks</i> that liv’d there around,<br /> +Came all to the Case, both <i>Pockey</i> and <i>Sound</i>,<br /> +To see what the reason was of this same Fray,<br /> +That did so disturb them before it was Day;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If I tell you amiss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Let me never more Piss,</span><br /> +This <i>Buttocks</i> so bold she named was <i>Siss</i>.<br /> +<br /> +By <i>Quiffing</i> with <i>Cullies</i> three Pound she had got,<br /> +And but one part of four must fall to her Lot;<br /> +Yet all the <i>Bauds</i> cry’d, let us turn her out bare,<br /> +Unless she will yield to return her half share;<br /> +If she will not, we’ll help to strip off her Cloaths,<br /> +And turn her abroad with a slit o’ the Nose:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who when she did see,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was no Remedy,</span><br /> +For her from the Tyranous <i>Bauds</i> to get free;<br /> +The <i>Whore</i> from the Money was forced to yield,<br /> +And in the Conclusion the <i>Baud</i> got the Field.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">244</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>An Elegy on</i> <span class="smcap">Mountfort</span>. <i>To the foregoing Tune.</i></h2> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">P</span>OOR <i>Mountfort</i> is gone, and the Ladies do all<br /> +Break their Hearts for this Beau, as they did for <i>Duvall</i>;<br /> +And they the two Brats for this Tragedy damn<br /> +At <i>Kensington</i> Court, and the Court of <i>Bantam</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They all vow and Swear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That if any Peer,</span><br /> +Should acquit this young Lord, he shou’d pay very dear;<br /> +Nor will they be pleased with him who on the Throne is,<br /> +If he do’s not his part to revenge their <i>Adonis</i>.<br /> +<br /> +With the Widow their amorous Bowels do yearn,<br /> +There are divers pretend to an equal Concern;<br /> +And by her Perswasion their Hearts they reveal,<br /> +In case if not guilty, to bring an Appeal:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They all will unite,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The young Blade to indite,</span><br /> +And in Prosecution will joyn Day and Night;<br /> +In the mean time full many a Tear and a Groan is,<br /> +Wherever they meet, for their departed <i>Adonis</i>.<br /> +<br /> +With the Ladies foul Murther’s a horrible Sin<br /> +Of one Handsome without, tho’ a Coxcomb within;<br /> +For not being a Beau, the sad Fate of poor <i>Crab</i>,<br /> +Tho’ himself hang’d for Love, was a Jest to each Drab;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then may <i>Jering</i> live long,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And may <i>Risby</i> among</span><br /> +The Fair with <i>Jack Barkley</i>, and <i>Culpepper</i> throng:<br /> +May no Ruffin whose Heart as hard as a Stone is,<br /> +Kill any of those for a Brother <i>Adonis</i>.<br /> +<br /> +No Lady henceforth can be safe with her Beau,<br /> +They think if this Slaughter unpunish’d should go;<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">245</a></span>Their Gallants, for whose Persons they most are in Pain,<br /> +Must no sooner be envy’d, but strait must be Slain:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For all <i>B——</i> shape,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">None car’d for the Rape,</span><br /> +Nor whether the Virtuous their Lust did escape;<br /> +Their Trouble of Mind, and their anguish alone is,<br /> +For the too sudden Fate of departed <i>Adonis</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Let not every vain Spark think that he can engage,<br /> +The Heart of a Female, like one on the Stage;<br /> +His Flute, and his Voice, and his Dancing are rare,<br /> +And wherever they meet, they prevail with the Fair:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But no quality Fop,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Charms like Mr. <i>Hop</i>,</span><br /> +Adorn’d on the Stage, and in <i>East-India</i> Shop;<br /> +So that each from <i>Miss Felton</i>, to ancient <i>Drake Joan</i> is,<br /> +Bemoaning the Death of the Player <i>Adonis</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Yet <i>Adonis</i> in spight of this new Abjuration,<br /> +Did banter the lawful King of this great Nation:<br /> +Who call’d God’s anointed a foolish old Prig,<br /> +Was both a base and unmannerly <i>Whigg</i>:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But since he is Dead</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No more shall be said,</span><br /> +For he in Repentance has laid down his Head;<br /> +So I wish each Lady, who in mournful Tone is,<br /> +In Charity Grieve for the Death of <i>Adonis</i>.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco017.png" width="96" height="97" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">246</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">James Townshend</span>, <i>Organist<br /> +of</i> <span class="smcap">Lyn Riges</span>. <i>The Words by</i> J.R.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music115.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music115.png" width="556" height="749" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">247</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">F</span>LY <i>Damon</i> fly, ’tis Death to stay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor listen to the <i>Syren’s</i> Song;</span><br /> +Nor hear her warbling Fingers play,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That kills in Consort with her Tongue:</span><br /> +Oft to despairing Shepherds Verse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unmov’d she tunes the trembling Strings;</span><br /> +Oft does some pitying Words rehearse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But little means the thing she Sings.</span><br /> +<br /> +Cease on her lovely Looks to gaze,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor court your Ruin in her Eyes;</span><br /> +Her Looks too ’s dangerous as her Face,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At once engages and Destroys:</span><br /> +Speak not if you’d avoid your Fate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For then she darts Resentment home;</span><br /> +But fly, fly <i>Damon</i> e’er too late,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else be Deaf, be Blind, be Dumb.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line023.png" width="525" height="83" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Mercury</span> <i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Paris</span>, <i>in the Prize Musick,<br /> +Compos’d by Mr.</i> John Eccles.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music116.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music116a.png" width="556" height="232" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">248</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music116b.png" width="551" height="328" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">F</span>EAR not Mortal, none shall harm thee,<br /> +With this Sacred Rod I’ll Charm thee;<br /> +Freely gaze, and view all over,<br /> +Thou mayst every Grace discover:<br /> +Though a thousand Darts fly round thee,<br /> +Fear not Mortal, none can Wound thee;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Though a thousand Darts fly round thee,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Fear not Mortal, none can Wound thee.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco019.png" width="164" height="116" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">249</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> W. Morley.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music117.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music117.png" width="559" height="852" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">250</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>ORN to surprize the World,<br /> +Born to surprize the World, and teach the Great,<br /> +The slippery Danger of exalted State;<br /> +Victorious <i>Marlborough</i>, Victorious <i>Marlborough</i>, to Battle flies,<br /> +Arm’d, Arm’d with new Lightning from bright <i>Anna’s</i> Eyes:<br /> +Wonders, Wonders like these no former Age has seen,<br /> +The Subjects Heroes, the Subjects Heroes, and a Saint the Queen.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line021.png" width="508" height="74" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> J. ISUM.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music118.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music118a.png" width="557" height="441" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">251</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music118b.png" width="558" height="550" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>N vain, in vain, in vain, in vain, in vain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In vain the God I ask,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He’ll ne’er remove the Dart;</span><br /> +And still I love the pretty, pretty Boy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Altho’, altho’ he wound my Heart:</span><br /> +Henceforth I’ll be contented then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No more will I desire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No, no, no more, no, no, no more will I desire,</span><br /> +To slight her whom I love so much,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That but creates the Fire:</span><br /> +Well might I expect the Fate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as any other;</span><br /> +Since he ne’er spares the Gods themselves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor does he spare his Mother.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">252</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>An Amorous</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>To the Tune of</i>, The<br /> +bonny Christ-Church Bells.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music119.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music119.png" width="551" height="462" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>EE how fair and fine she lies,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon her Bridal Bed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No Lady at the Court,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So fit for the Sport,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh she look’d so curiously White and Red:</span><br /> +After the first and second time,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The weary Bridegroom slacks his Pace;</span><br /> +But Oh! she cries, come, come my Joy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cling thy Cheek close to my Face:</span><br /> +Tinkle, tinkle, goes the Bell under the Bed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whilst Time and Touch they keep;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then with a Kiss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They end their Bliss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so fall fast asleep.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">253</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> J. ISUM.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music120.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music120a.png" width="563" height="842" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">254</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music120b.png" width="554" height="428" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span><i>ORINNA</i> if my Fate’s to love you,<br /> +<i>Corinna</i> if my Fate’s to love you,<br /> +Where’s the harm in saying so?<br /> +<i>Corinna</i> if my Fate’s to love you,<br /> +Where’s the harm in saying so?<br /> +Why shou’d my Sighs, why shou’d my Sighs,<br /> +Why shou’d my Sighs and Fondness move you?<br /> +To encrease, to encrease your Shepherd’s Woe:<br /> +Flame pent in still burns and scorches,<br /> +’Till it burns a Lover’s Heart:<br /> +Love declar’d like lighted Torches,<br /> +Wastes it self and gives less Pain:<br /> +Love declar’d like lighted Torches,<br /> +Wastes it self, wastes it self,<br /> +Wastes it self, and gives less Smart.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco016.png" width="271" height="50" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> JOHN ISUM.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music121.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music121a.png" width="561" height="863" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music121b.png" width="556" height="966" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span><i>ÆLIA’s</i> Charms are past expressing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were she kind as she is Fair;</span><br /> +<i>Cælia’s</i> Charms are past expressing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were she kind as she is Fair:</span><br /> +Heav’ns cou’d grant no greater Blessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor Earth a Nymph more worth our Care;</span><br /> +Heav’ns cou’d grant no greater Blessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor Earth a Nymph, nor Earth a Nymph more worth our Care.</span><br /> +<br /> +But Unkindness, Unkindness mars her Beauty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And useless makes that Heav’nly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Heav’nly, that Heav’nly frame;</span><br /> +But Unkindness mars her Beauty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And useless makes that Heav’nly, Heav’nly frame:</span><br /> +While she mistakes and calls that Duty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which ill Nature others name:</span><br /> +While she mistakes and calls that Duty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which ill Nature others name.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco012.png" width="316" height="129" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Hopeful Bargain: Or a Fare for a Hackney-Coachman, giving a +Comical relation, how an</i> Ale-draper <i>at the Sign of the</i> +Double-tooth’d Rake <i>in or near the new</i> Palace-yard, Westminster, +<i>Sold his Wife for a Shilling, and how she was sold a Second time for +five Shillings to</i> <span class="smcap">Judge</span>; <i>My Lord —— Coachman, and how her Husband +receiv’d her again after she had lain with other Folks three Days and +Nights</i>, &c. <i>The Tune</i> Lilly Bullero.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music122.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music122.png" width="551" height="564" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE lives an Ale-draper near <i>New-palace-yard</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who used to Jerk the Bum of his Wife;</span><br /> +And she was forced to stand on her Guard,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To keep his Clutches from her Quoiff:</span><br /> +She poor Soul the weaker Vessel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be reconcil’d was easily won;</span><br /> +He held her in scorn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But she Crown’d him with Horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Without Hood or Scarff, and rough as she run.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +He for a Shilling sold his Spouse,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she was very willing to go;</span><br /> +And left the poor Cuckold alone in the House,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he by himself his Horn might blow:</span><br /> +A Hackney Coachman he did buy her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And was not this a very good Fun;</span><br /> +With a dirty Pinner,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I am a Sinner,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Without Hood or Scarff, but rough as she run.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +The Woman gladly did depart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Between three Men was handed away;</span><br /> +He for her Husband did care not a Fart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He kept her one whole Night and Day:</span><br /> +Then honest <i>Judge</i> the Coachman bought her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And was not this most cunningly done?</span><br /> +Gave for her five Shilling,<br /> +To take her was willing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Without Hood or Scarff</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Cuckold to <i>Judge</i>, a Letter did send,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wherein he did most humbly crave;</span><br /> +Quoth he, I prithee, my Rival Friend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Spouse again I fain would have:</span><br /> +And if you will but let me have her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll pardon what she e’er has done;</span><br /> +I swear by my Maker,<br /> +Again I will take her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Without Hood and Scarff</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">260</a></span>He sent an old Baud to interceed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to perswade her to come back;</span><br /> +That he might have one of her delicate breed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he would give her a ha’p’uth of Sack:</span><br /> +Therefore prithee now come to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else poor I shall be undone:</span><br /> +Then do not forgo me,<br /> +But prithee come to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Without Hood or Scarff, tho’ rough</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Coachman then with much ado,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did suffer the Baud to take her out;</span><br /> +Upon the Condition that she would be true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let him have now and then a Bout:</span><br /> +But he took from her forty Shillings,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave her a parting Glass at the <i>Sun</i>;</span><br /> +And then with good buyt’ ye,<br /> +Discharged his Duty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>And turn’d her a grazing, rough as she run.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +The Cuckold invited the Coachman to dine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave him a Treat at his own Expence;</span><br /> +They drown’d all Cares in full brimmers of Wine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He made him as welcome as any Prince:</span><br /> +There was all the Hungregation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which from <i>Cuckolds-Point</i> was come;</span><br /> +They kissed and fumbled,<br /> +They touzed and tumbled,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>He was glad to take her rough as she run.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Judge</i> does enjoy her where he list,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He values not the old Cuckold’s Pouts;</span><br /> +And she is as good for the Game as e’er pist,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fudge on his Horns sits drying of Clouts:</span><br /> +She rants and revels when she pleases,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to end as I begun,</span><br /> +The Horned Wise-acre,<br /> +Is forced to take her<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Without Hood or Scarff, and rough as she run.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">261</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Maiden Lottery</span>: <i>Containing 70 Thousand Tickets, at a Guinea +each; the Prizes being Rich and Loving Husbands, from three Thousand +to one Hundred a Year, which Lottery will begin to draw on next</i> +<span class="smcap">Valentine’s</span> <i>Day.</i></p> +</div> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="poem"> +<tr> +<td> +<i>Then pretty Lasses venture now,</i><br /> +<i>Kind</i> Fortune <i>may her Smiles alow.</i> +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music123.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music123.png" width="559" height="677" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">262</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>OUNG Ladies that live in the City,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet beautiful proper and Tall;</span><br /> +And Country Maids who dabling wades,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here’s happy good News for you all:</span><br /> +A Lottery now out of hand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Erected will be in the <i>Strand</i>;</span><br /> +Young Husbands with Treasure, and Wealth out of measure<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will fairly be at your Command:</span><br /> +<i>Of her that shall light of a Fortunate Lot,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>There’s Six of three Thousand a Year to be got.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +I tell you the Price of each Ticket,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is but a Guinea, I’ll vow;</span><br /> +Then hasten away, and make no delay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fill up the Lottery now:</span><br /> +If <i>Gillian</i> that lodges in Straw,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall have the good Fortune to draw</span><br /> +A Knight or a ’Squire, he’ll never deny her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis fair and according to Law;</span><br /> +<i>Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,</i><br /> +<i>There’s Ten of two Thousand a Year to be got.</i><br /> +<br /> +The number is Seventy Thousand,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When all the whole Lot is compleat;</span><br /> +Five Hundred of which, are Prizes most rich,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Believe me for this is no Cheat:</span><br /> +There’s Drapers and Taylors likewise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brave Men that you cannot despise;</span><br /> +Come <i>Bridget</i> and <i>Jenny</i>, and throw in your Guinea,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Husband’s a delicate Prize:</span><br /> +<i>Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,</i><br /> +<i>There’s Ten of one Thousand a Year to be got.</i><br /> +<br /> +Suppose you should win for your Guinea,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Man of three Thousand a Year;</span><br /> +Would this not be brave; what more would you have?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You soon might in Glory appear:</span><br /> +In glittering Coach you may ride,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Lackeys to run by your side;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">263</a></span>For why should you spare it? Faith win Gold and wear it;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now who would not be such a Bride?</span><br /> +<i>Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,</i><br /> +<i>There’s Sixty, Five Hundreds a Year to be got.</i><br /> +<br /> +Old Widows, and Maids above Forty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall not be admitted to draw:</span><br /> +There’s five Hundred and Ten, as proper young Men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Indeed, as your Eyes ever saw:</span><br /> +Who scorns for one Guinea of Gold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lodge with a Woman that’s Old;</span><br /> +Young Maids are admitted, in hopes to be fitted,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Husbands couragious and bold:</span><br /> +<i>Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,</i><br /> +<i>There are wealthy kind Husbands now, now to be got.</i><br /> +<br /> +Kind Men that are full of good Nature,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flaxen, the black, and the brown;</span><br /> +Both lusty and stout, and fit to hold out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The prime and the top of the Town:</span><br /> +So clever in every part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They’ll please a young Girl to the Heart;</span><br /> +Nay, kiss you, and squeese you, and tenderly please you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Love has a conquering Dart:</span><br /> +<i>Then come pretty Lasses and purchase a Lot,</i><br /> +<i>There are Wealthy kind Husbands now, now to be got.</i><br /> +<br /> +Then never be fearful to venture,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Girls bring you Guineas away;</span><br /> +Come merrily in, for we shall begin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To draw upon <i>Valentine’s</i> Day:</span><br /> +The Prizes are many and great,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each Man with a worthy Estate;</span><br /> +Then come away <i>Mary</i>, <i>Sib</i>, <i>Susan</i>, and <i>Sarah</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Joan</i>, <i>Nancy</i>, and pretty fac’d <i>Kate</i>:</span><br /> +<i>For now is the time if you’ll purchase a Lot,</i><br /> +<i>While Wealthy kind Husbands they are to be got.</i><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">264</a></span>Amongst you I know there is many,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will miss of a Capital Prize:</span><br /> +Yet nevertheless, no Sorrows express,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But dry up your watry Eyes:</span><br /> +Young Lasses it is but in vain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In sorrowful Sighs to complain;</span><br /> +Then ne’er be faint hearted, tho’ Luck be departed,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all cannot reckon to gain:</span><br /> +<i>Yet venture young Lasses, your Guineas bring in,</i><br /> +<i>The Lucky will have the good Fortune to win.</i><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG <i>on the</i> JUBILEE.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music124.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music124.png" width="557" height="536" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">265</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>OME Beaus, Virtuoso’s, rich Heirs and Musicians<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Away, and in Troops to the <i>Jubile</i> jog;</span><br /> +Leave Discord and Death, to the College Physicians,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let the Vig’rous whore on, and the impotent Flog:</span><br /> +Already <i>Rome</i> opens her Arms to receive ye,<br /> +And ev’ry Transgression her Lord will forgive ye.<br /> +<br /> +Indulgences, Pardons, and such Holy Lumber,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As cheap there is now as our Cabbages grown;</span><br /> +While musty old Relicks of Saints without number,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For barely the looking upon, shall be shown:</span><br /> +These, were you an Atheist, must needs overcome ye,<br /> +That first were made Martyrs, and afterwards Mummy.<br /> +<br /> +They’ll shew ye the River, so Sung by the Poets,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the Rock from whence, Mortals were knockt o’th’ Head;</span><br /> +They’ll shew ye the place too, as some will avow it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where once a She Pope was brought fairly to Bed:</span><br /> +For which, ever since, to prevent Interloping,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Chair her Successors still suffer a Groping.</span><br /> +<br /> +What a sight ’tis to see the gay Idol accoutred,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Mitre and Cap, and two Keys by his side;</span><br /> +Be his inside what ’twill, yet the Pomp of his outward,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shows <i>Servus servorum</i>, no hater of Pride,</span><br /> +These Keys into Heav’n will as surely admit ye,<br /> +As Clerks of a Parish to a Pew in the City.<br /> +<br /> +What a sight ’tis to see the old Man in Procession,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through <i>Rome</i> in such Pomp as here <i>Cæsar</i> did ride,</span><br /> +Now scattering of Pardons, here Crossing, there Blessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all his shav’d Spiritual Train’d-bans by his side;</span><br /> +As, <i>Confessors</i>, <i>Cardinals</i>, <i>Monks</i> fat as Bacons,<br /> +From Rev’rend <i>Arch-Bishops</i>, to Rosie <i>Arch-Deacons</i>.<br /> +<br /> +Then for your Diversion the more to regale ye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fine Music you’ll hear, and high Dancing you’ll see;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">266</a></span>Men who much shall out-warble your Famous <i>Fideli</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make ye meer Fools, of <i>Balloon</i> and <i>L’Abbe</i>:</span><br /> +And to shew ye how fond they’re to Kiss <i>Vostre Manos</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each <i>Padre</i> turns Pimp, all <i>Nuns</i> Courtezana’s.</span><br /> +<br /> +And when you’ve some Months at old <i>Babylon</i> been-<i>a</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on Pardons, and Punks, all your <i>Rhino</i> is spent;</span><br /> +And when you have seen all, that there is to be seen-<i>a</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’ll return not so Rich, tho’ as Wise as you went:</span><br /> +And ’twill be but small Comfort after so much Expence-<i>a</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That your Heirs will do just so an Hundred Years hence-<i>a</i>.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line009.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A Young Man’s</i> WILL.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music125.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music125.png" width="556" height="473" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">267</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span> <i>Young Man</i> sick and like to die,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His last <i>Will</i> being written found;</span><br /> +I give my <i>Soul</i> to <i>God</i> on high,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my <i>Body</i> to the Ground:</span><br /> +Unto some <i>Church-men</i> do I give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Base Minds to greedy Lucre bent;</span><br /> +<i>Pride</i> and <i>Ambition</i> whilst they live,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Item.</i> Poor folks <i>brown Bread</i> I give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eke <i>bare Bones</i>, with hungry Cheeks;</span><br /> +<i>Toil</i> and <i>Travel</i> whilst they live,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to feed on <i>Roots</i> and <i>Leeks</i>:</span><br /> +<i>Item.</i> To Rich Men I bestow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">High <i>Looks</i>, low <i>Deeds</i>, and Hearts of Flint;</span><br /> +And that themselves they seldom know,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Proud stately <i>Courtiers</i> do I <i>Will</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two Faces in one Head to wear,</span><br /> +For Great Men <i>Bribes</i>, I think most fit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Pride</i> and <i>Oppression</i> through the Year:</span><br /> +<i>Tenants</i> I give them leave to lose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Landlords</i> for to raise their <i>Rent</i>;</span><br /> +<i>Rogues</i> to Fawn, Collogue and glose,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Item.</i> To <i>Soldiers</i> for their <i>Fees</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I give them <i>Wounds</i> their Bodies full;</span><br /> +And for to beg on bended Knees,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Cap in Hand to every <i>Gull</i>:</span><br /> +<i>Item</i>. I will poor <i>Scholars</i> have,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all their Pains and Travel spent:</span><br /> +<i>Raggs</i>, <i>Jaggs</i>, and <i>Taunts</i> of every Knave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +To <i>Shoemakers</i> I grant this Boon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which <i>Mercury</i> gave them once before;</span><br /> +Altho’ they earn two Pence by Noon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To spend e’er Night two Groats and more:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">268</a></span>And <i>Blacksmiths</i> when the Work is done,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I give to them incontinent,</span><br /> +To drink two Barrels with a Bun,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +To <i>Weavers</i> swift, this do I leave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against that may beseem them well:</span><br /> +That they their good Wives do deceive,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bring home a Yard and steal an Ell:</span><br /> +And <i>Taylors</i> too must be set down,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A <i>Gift</i> to give them I am bent;</span><br /> +To cut four Sleeves to every Gown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +To Tavern haunters grant I more,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Red Eyes, Red Nose, and Stinking Breath;</span><br /> +And Doublets foul with drops before,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And foul Shame until their <i>Death</i>:</span><br /> +And <i>Gamesters</i> that will never leave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before their Substance be all spent;</span><br /> +The Wooden <i>Dagger</i> I bequeath,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +To common Fidlers I <i>Will</i> that they,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall go in poor and thread-bare Coats;</span><br /> +And at most places where they Play,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To carry away more <i>Tunes</i> than <i>Groats</i>:</span><br /> +To wand’ring <i>Players</i> I do give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before their <i>Substance</i> be all spent;</span><br /> +Proud Silk’n <i>Beggars</i> for to live,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +To <i>Wenching</i> Smell-smocks give I these,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dead looks, gaunt purrs, and crasy Back;</span><br /> +And now and then the foul <i>Disease</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such as <i>Gill</i> gave to <i>Jack</i>;</span><br /> +To <i>Parretors</i> I give them clear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all their <i>Toil</i> and <i>Travel</i> spent;</span><br /> +The <i>Devil</i> away such <i>Knaves</i> to bear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By <i>this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">269</a></span>I <i>Will</i> that <i>Cutpurses</i> haunt all <i>Fairs</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thrust among the thickest Throng;</span><br /> +That neither <i>Purse</i> nor <i>Pocket</i> spare,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what they get to bear along:</span><br /> +But if they Falter in their Trade,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so betray their bad intent;</span><br /> +I give them <i>Tyburn</i> for their share,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +To serving Men I give this Gift,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That when their Strength is once decay’d;</span><br /> +The Master of such Men do shift,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Horsemen do a toothless <i>Jade</i>:</span><br /> +<i>Item.</i> I give them leave to <i>Pine</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all their Service so ill spent:</span><br /> +And with <i>Duke Humphry</i> for to Dine,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Item.</i> To <i>Millers</i> I Grant withal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That they Spare, nor Poke, nor Sack;</span><br /> +But with <i>Grist</i>, so e’er befal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They Grind a Strike, and steal a Peck:</span><br /> +I <i>Will</i> that <i>Butchers</i> Huff their Meat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sell a lump of <i>Ramish</i> scent;</span><br /> +For Weather Mutton good and sweet,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +I <i>Will</i> Ale Wives punish their Guests,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With hungry Cakes and little Canns;</span><br /> +And Barm their Drink with new found <i>Yeest</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such as is made of <i>Pispot</i> Grounds:</span><br /> +And she that meaneth for to Gain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in her House have Money spent,</span><br /> +I <i>Will</i> she keep a pretty Punck,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +To jealous Husbands I do grant,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lack of Pleasure, want of Sleep;</span><br /> +That Lanthorn Horns they never want,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho’ ne’er so close their Wives they keep:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">270</a></span>And for their Wives, I <i>Will</i> that they,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The closer up that they are pent;</span><br /> +The closer still they seek to Play,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this my</i> Will <i>and</i> Testament.</span><br /> +<br /> +For Swearing <i>Swaggerers</i> nought is left,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give them for a parting Blow;</span><br /> +But leaving off of damned Oaths,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that of them I will bestow:</span><br /> +<i>Item.</i> I give them for their Pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That when all Hope and Livelihood’s spent,</span><br /> +A Wallet or a Hempen Chain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>By this</i> &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Time and longest Livers do I make,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Supervisor of my <i>Will</i>:</span><br /> +My Gold and Silver let them take,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That will dig for’t in <i>Malvein</i> Hill.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A New</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>Sung at the Playhouse. By<br /> +Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Dogget</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music126.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music126.png" width="556" height="306" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">271</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>N the Devil’s Country there lately did dwell,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A crew of such Whores as was ne’er bred in Hell,</span><br /> +The Devil himself he knows it full well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny, deny;</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body can deny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +There were Six of the Gang, and all of a Bud,<br /> +Which open’d as soon as got into the Blood,<br /> +There are five to be hang’d, when the other proves good,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +But it seems they have hitherto sav’d all their Lives,<br /> +Since they cou’d not live honest, there’s four made Wives,<br /> +The other two they are not Marry’d but Sw——s,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Eldest the Matron of t’other Five Imps,<br /> +Though as Chast as <i>Diana</i>, or any o’th’ Nymphs,<br /> +Yet rather than Daughter shall want it, she Pimps,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which no Body</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Damn’d Proud and Ambitious both Old and the Young,<br /> +And not fit for honest Men to come among,<br /> +A damn’d Itch in their Tail, and a sting in their Tongue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Sing tantara rara Whores all, Whores all,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Sing tantara rara Whores all.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco013.png" width="216" height="62" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">272</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music127.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music127.png" width="553" height="435" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">M</span>ARRIAGE it seems is for Better for Worse,<br /> +Some count it a Blessing and others a Curse;<br /> +The Cuckolds are Blest if the Proverb prove true,<br /> +And then there’s no doubt but in Heav’n there’s enough:<br /> +Of honest rich Rogues who ne’er had got there,<br /> +If their Wives had not sent them thro’ trembling and fear.<br /> +<br /> +Some Women are Honest, tho’ rare in a Wife,<br /> +Yet with Scolding and Brawling they’ll shorten your Life,<br /> +You ne’er can enjoy your Bottle and Friend;<br /> +But your Wife like an Imp, is at your Elbow’s end:<br /> +Crying fie, fie you Sot, come, come, come, come,<br /> +So these are Unhappy abroad and at home.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">273</a></span>We find the Batchelor liveth best,<br /> +Tho’ Drunk or Sober he takes his rest;<br /> +He never is troubl’d with Scolding or Strife,<br /> +’Tis the best can be said of a very good Wife:<br /> +But merrily Day and Night does spend,<br /> +Enjoying his Mistress, Bottle, and Friend.<br /> +<br /> +A Woman out-wits us, do what we can,<br /> +She’ll make a Fool of ev’ry Wise Man;<br /> +Old Mother <i>Eve</i> did the <i>Serpent</i> obey,<br /> +And has taught all her Sex that damnable way:<br /> +Of Cheating and Couzening all Mankind,<br /> +’Twere better if <i>Adam</i> had still been Blind.<br /> +<br /> +The poor Man that Marries he thinks he does well,<br /> +I pity’s Condition, for sure he’s in Hell;<br /> +The Fool is a Sotting and spends all he gets,<br /> +The Child is a Bawling, the Wife daily Frets:<br /> +That Marriage is pleasant we all must agree,<br /> +Consider it well, there’s none happier can be.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line012.png" width="427" height="158" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">274</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music128.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music128.png" width="547" height="182" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HE <i>Caffalier</i> was gone, and the <i>Roundhead</i> he was come,<br /> +Was the greatest Blessing under the Sun;<br /> +Before the Devil in Hell sally’d out, and ript the Placket of Letter,<br /> +Ay, and take her Money too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Cot bless hur Master</i> Roundhead, <i>and send hur well to do.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Now hur can go to <i>Shrewsperry</i> her Flannel for to sell,<br /> +Hur can carry a creat sharge of Money about hur,<br /> +Thirty or Forty Groats lap’d in a <i>Welsh</i> Carter,<br /> +Ay, and think hur self rich too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Cot bless</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Now hur can coe to Shurch, or hur can stay at home,<br /> +Hur can say hur <i>Lord’s Prayer</i>, or hur can let it alone:<br /> +Hur can make a Prayer of hur own Head, lye with hur Holy Sister,<br /> +Ay, and say a long Crace too,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Cot bless</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +But yet for all the great Cood that you for hur have done,<br /> +Would you wou’d made Peace with our King, and let hur come home,<br /> +Put off the Military Charge, Impost, and Excise,<br /> +Ay, and free Quarter too.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then Cot shall bless you Master</i> Roundhead, <i>and send hur well to do.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">275</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Cross</span>. <i>Set by<br /> +Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Jeremiah Clark</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music129.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music129.png" width="556" height="503" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">D</span>IVINE <i>Astrea</i> hither flew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To <i>Cynthia’s</i> brighter Throne;</span><br /> +She left the Iron World below,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bless the Silver Moon:</span><br /> +<i>She left the Iron World below,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To bless the Silver Moon.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +Tho’ <i>Phœbus</i> with his hotter Beams,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do’s Gold in Earth Create;</span><br /> +That leads those wretches to Extreams,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Av’rice, Lust, and Hate.</span></p> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">276</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the</i> Surpriz’d Lovers. <i>Set by<br /> +Mr.</i> John Eccles, <i>Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Bowman</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music130.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music130a.png" width="553" height="817" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">277</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music130b.png" width="556" height="416" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN first I saw her charming Face,<br /> +Her taking Shape and moving Grace;<br /> +My Rosie Cheeks, my Rosie Cheeks did glow with heat,<br /> +My Heart and my Pulse did beat, beat, beat,<br /> +My Heart and my Pulse did beat;<br /> +I wish’d for a, I wish’d for a, do you, do you guess what,<br /> +Do you guess what makes Soldiers fight,<br /> +Soldiers Fight, and States-men Plot.<br /> +<br /> +Subdues us all in every thing,<br /> +And makes, makes a Subject of a King;<br /> +Still she deny’d, and I reply’d,<br /> +Away she flew, I did pursue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At last I catch’d her fast;</span><br /> +But oh! had you seen, but oh! had you seen,<br /> +Had you seen what had past between;<br /> +Oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear,<br /> +I fear, I fear, I have spoil’d her Wast.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">278</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Akeroyd</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music131.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music131.png" width="555" height="582" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HE <i>Devil</i> he pull’d of his Jacket of Flame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <i>Fryer</i> he pull’d off his Cowle;</span><br /> +The <i>Devil</i> took him for a Dunce of the Game,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the <i>Fryer</i> took him for a Fool:</span><br /> +He piqu’d, and repiqu’d so oft, that at last,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He swore by the Jolly fat <i>Nuns</i>;</span><br /> +If Cards came no better than those that are past,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! oh! I shall lose all my <i>Buns</i>.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">279</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A New</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Translated from the</i><br /> +<span class="smcap">French</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music132.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music132.png" width="555" height="813" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">280</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">P</span>RETTY Parret say, when I was away,<br /> +And in dull absence pass’d the Day;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What at home was doing;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With Chat and Play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We are Gay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Night and Day,</span><br /> +Good Chear and Mirth Renewing;<br /> +<i>Singing, Laughing all, Singing Laughing all, like pretty pretty</i> Poll.<br /> +<br /> +Was no Fop so rude, boldly to Intrude,<br /> +And like a sawcy Lover wou’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Court, and Teaze my Lady:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Thing you know,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Made for Show,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Call’d a Beau,</span><br /> +Near her was always ready,<br /> +<i>Ever at her call, like pretty, pretty</i> Poll.<br /> +<br /> +Tell me with what Air, he approach’d the Fair,<br /> +And how she could with Patience bear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All he did and utter’d;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He still address’d,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Still caress’d,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Kiss’d and press’d,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sung, Prattl’d, Laugh’d, and Flutter’d:</span><br /> +<i>Well receiv’d in all, like pretty, pretty</i> Poll.<br /> +<br /> +Did he go away, at the close of the Day,<br /> +Or did he ever use to stay<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a Corner dodging;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The want of Light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When ’twas Night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spoil’d my sight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I believe his Lodging,</span><br /> +<i>Was within her call, like pretty, pretty</i> Poll.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">281</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>by a Person of Honour. Set by<br /> +Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">John Weldon</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music133.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music133.png" width="557" height="817" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">282</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>T Noon in a sultry Summer’s Day,<br /> +The brightest Lady of the <i>May</i>,<br /> +Young <i>Chloris</i> Innocent and Gay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sat Knotting in a shade:</span><br /> +Each slender Finger play’d its part,<br /> +With such activity and Art;<br /> +As wou’d inflame a Youthful Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And warm the most decay’d.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her Fav’rite Swain by chance came by;<br /> +She had him quickly in her Eye,<br /> +Yet when the bashful Boy drew nigh,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She wou’d have seem’d afraid,</span><br /> +She let her Iv’ry Needle fall,<br /> +And hurl’d away the twisted Ball;<br /> +Then gave her <i>Strephon</i> such a call,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As wou’d have wak’d the Dead.</span><br /> +<br /> +Dear gentle Youth is’t none but thee?<br /> +With Innocence I dare be free;<br /> +By so much Trust and Modesty,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No Nymph was e’er betray’d,</span><br /> +Come lean thy Head upon my Lap,<br /> +While thy soft Cheeks I stroak and clap;<br /> +Thou may’st securely take a Nap,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Which he poor Fool, obey’d.</span><br /> +<br /> +She saw him Yawn, and heard him Snore,<br /> +And found him fast a sleep all o’re;<br /> +She sigh’d —— and cou’d no more,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But starting up she said,</span><br /> +Such Vertue shou’d rewarded be,<br /> +For this thy dull Fidelity;<br /> +I’ll trust thee with my Flocks, not me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pursue thy Grazing Trade.</span><br /> +<br /> +Go milk thy Goats, and Sheer thy Sheep,<br /> +And watch all Night thy Flocks, to keep;<br /> +Thou shalt no more be lull’d asleep,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By me mistaken Maid.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">283</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> Jeremy Clark.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music134.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music134.png" width="552" height="538" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HILE the Lover is thinking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my Friend I’ll be Drinking</span><br /> +And with Vigour pursue my Delight;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While the Fool is designing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His fatal confining,</span><br /> +With <i>Bacchus</i> I’ll spend the whole Night:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the God I’ll be Jolly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Without Madness or Folly.</span><br /> +Fickle Woman to Marry Implore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Leave my Bottle and Friend,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For so Foolish an end,</span><br /> +When I do, may I never Drink more.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">284</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A Health to the</i> <span class="smcap">Tackers</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music135.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music135.png" width="549" height="623" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>ERE’s a Health to the Tackers, my Boys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But mine A——se for the Tackers about;</span><br /> +May the brave <i>English</i> Spirits come in,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Knaves and <i>Fanaticks</i> turn out:</span><br /> +Since the <i>Magpyes</i> of late, are confounding the State,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wou’d pull our Establishments down;</span><br /> +Let us make ’em a Jest, for they Shit in their Nest,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be true to the Church and the Crown.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">285</a></span>Let us chuse such Parliament Men<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As have stuck to their Principles tight;</span><br /> +And wou’d not their Country betray<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the Story of <i>Ashby</i> and <i>White</i>:</span><br /> +Who care not a T——d, for a <i>Whig</i>, or a Lord,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That won’t see our Accounts fairly stated;</span><br /> +For <i>C——ll</i> ne’er fears, the Address of those Peers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who the Nation of Millions have Cheated.</span><br /> +<br /> +The next thing adviseable is,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since <i>Schism</i> so strangely abounds;</span><br /> +To oppose e’ery Man that’s set up<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By <i>Dissenters</i>, in Corporate Towns:</span><br /> +For <i>High-Church</i>, and <i>Low-Church</i>, has brought us to no <i>Church</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Conscience so bubbl’d the Nation;</span><br /> +For who is not still for Conformity Bill,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will be surely a R—— on Occasion.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco021.png" width="112" height="184" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">286</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Anthony Young</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music136.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music136.png" width="551" height="443" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>INCE <i>Cælia</i> only has the Art,<br /> +And only she can Captivate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wanton in my Breast;</span><br /> +All other Pleasure I despise,<br /> +Than what are from my <i>Cælia’s</i> Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In her alone I’m blest.</span><br /> +<br /> +Whene’er she Smiles, new Life she gives,<br /> +And happy, happy who receives,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From her Inchanting Breath;</span><br /> +Then prithee <i>Cælia</i> smile once more,<br /> +Since I no longer must adore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For when you frown ’tis Death.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">287</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music137.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music137.png" width="551" height="619" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>H! how lovely sweet and dear,<br /> +Is the kind relenting Fair,<br /> +Who Reprieve us in Despair;<br /> +Oh! that thus my Nymph wou’d say,<br /> +Come, come my Dear thy Cares repay,<br /> +Be Blest my Love, be mine to Day:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Come, come my dear, thy Cares repay,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Be blest my Love, be mine to Day.</i></span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">288</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> Bracegirdle.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music138.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music138.png" width="554" height="607" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>Dvance, advance, advance gay Tenants of the Plain,<br /> +Advance, advance, advance, gay Tenants of the Plain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Loud Eccho spread my Voice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Loud Eccho spread my Voice,</span><br /> +Loud Eccho, loud Eccho, loud Eccho,<br /> +Loud Eccho, loud Eccho, spread my Voice,<br /> +Advance, advance, advance, gay Tenants of the Plain,<br /> +Advance, advance, advance, gay Tenants of the Plain.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">289</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The</i> <span class="smcap">King</span> <i>and the Shepherd, and</i> GILLIAN <i>the Shepherd’s Wife, with +her churlish Answer to the</i> <span class="smcap">King</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music139.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music139.png" width="556" height="212" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span>N Elder Time, there was of Yore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Guides of churlish Glee;</span><br /> +Were us’d among our Country Earls,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though no such thing now be.</span><br /> +<br /> +The which King <i>Alfred</i> liking well,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forsook his stately Court;</span><br /> +And in Disguise unknown went forth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see that jovial Sport.</span><br /> +<br /> +How <i>Dick</i> and <i>Tom</i>, in clouted Shoon,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Coats of russet Grey,</span><br /> +Esteem’d themselves more brave than them,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That went in Golden ray.</span><br /> +<br /> +In Garments fit for such a Life,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The good King <i>Alfred</i> went,</span><br /> +All ragg’d and torn, as from his Back<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Beggar his Cloaths had rent.</span><br /> +<br /> +A Sword and Buckler good and strong,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give <i>Jack Sauce</i> a rap;</span><br /> +And on his Head, instead of Crown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wore a <i>Monmouth</i> Cap.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">290</a></span>Thus coasting through <i>Somersetshire</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near <i>Newton</i> Court he met</span><br /> +A Shepherd Swain of lusty Limb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That up and down did jet.</span><br /> +<br /> +He wore a Bonnet of good Grey,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close buttoned to his Chin;</span><br /> +And at his Back a leather Scrip,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With much good Meat therein.</span><br /> +<br /> +God speed, good Shepherd, quoth the King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I come to be thy Guest;</span><br /> +To taste of thy good Victuals here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drink that’s of the best.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thy Scrip I know, hath Cheer good store,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What then the Shepherd said?</span><br /> +Thou seem’st to be some sturdy Thief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mak’st me sore afraid.</span><br /> +<br /> +Yet if thou wilt thy Dinner win,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Sword and Buckler take;</span><br /> +And if thou canst into my Scrip,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Therewith an entrance make.</span><br /> +<br /> +I tell thee, Roister, it hath store<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Beef, and Bacon fat;</span><br /> +With sheafs of Barly-bread to make<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy Mouth to water at.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here stands my Bottle, here my Bag,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If thou canst win them Roister;</span><br /> +Against the Sword and Buckler here,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Sheep-hook is my Master.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Benedicit</i> now, quoth our good King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It never shall be said;</span><br /> +That <i>Alfred</i> of the Shepherd’s Hook,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will stand a whit afraid.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">291</a></span>So soundly thus they both fell to’t,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And giving Bang for Bang;</span><br /> +At every Blow the Shepherd gave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">King <i>Alfred’s</i> Sword cry’d twang.</span><br /> +<br /> +His Buckler prov’d his chiefest Fence,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For still the Shepherd’s Hook;</span><br /> +Was that the which King <i>Alfred</i> could,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In no good manner brook.</span><br /> +<br /> +At last when they had fought four Hours,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it grew just Mid-day;</span><br /> +And wearied both, with right good Will,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Desir’d each others stay.</span><br /> +<br /> +King, Truce I cry, quoth <i>Alfred</i> then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good Shepherd hold thy Hand:</span><br /> +A sturdier Fellow than thy self,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lives not within this Land.</span><br /> +<br /> +Nor a lustier Roister than thou art,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The churlish Shepherd said,</span><br /> +To tell thee plain, thy Thievish looks,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now makes my Heart afraid.</span><br /> +<br /> +Else sure thou art some Prodigal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which hast consum’d thy store;</span><br /> +And now com’st wand’ring in this place,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rob and steal for more.</span><br /> +<br /> +Deem not of me, then quoth our King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good Shepherd in this sort;</span><br /> +A Gentleman well known I am,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In good King <i>Alfred’s</i> Court.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Devil thou art, the Shepherd said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou goest in Rags all torn;</span><br /> +Thou rather seem’st, I think to be,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some Beggar basely born.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">292</a></span>But if thou wilt mend thy Estate,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here a Shepherd be;</span><br /> +At Night to <i>Gillian</i> my sweet Wife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou shalt go home with me.</span><br /> +<br /> +For she’s as good a Toothless Dame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As mumbleth on Brown Bread;</span><br /> +Where thou shalt lie on hurden Sheets,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a fresh Straw Bed.</span><br /> +<br /> +Of Whig and Whey, we have good store,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And keep good Pease-straw Fires;</span><br /> +And now and then good Barly Cakes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As better Days requires.</span><br /> +<br /> +But for my Master which is Chief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Lord of <i>Newton</i> Court;</span><br /> +He keeps I say, his Shepherds Swains,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In far more braver sort.</span><br /> +<br /> +We there have Curds, and clouted Cream,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Red Cows morning Milk;</span><br /> +And now and then fine Buttered Cakes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As soft as any Silk.</span><br /> +<br /> +Of Beef and reised Bacon store,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That is most Fat and Greasy;</span><br /> +We have likewise to feast our Chaps,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make them glib and easie.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thus if thou wilt my Man become,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This usage thou shalt have;</span><br /> +If not, adieu, go hang thy self,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so farewel Sir Knave.</span><br /> +<br /> +King <i>Alfred</i> hearing of this Glee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The churlish Shepherd said;</span><br /> +Was well content to be his Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So they a Bargain made.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">293</a></span>A Penny round, the Shepherd gave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In earnest of this Match;</span><br /> +To keep his Sheep in Field and fold,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Shepherds use to watch.</span><br /> +<br /> +His Wages shall be full Ten Groats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Service of a Year;</span><br /> +Yet was it not his use, old Lad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hire a Man so dear.</span><br /> +<br /> +For did the King himself (quoth he)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto my Cottage come;</span><br /> +He should not for a Twelvemonths Pay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Receive a greater Sum.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hereat the bonny King grew blith,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hear the clownish Jest;</span><br /> +How silly sots, as custom is,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do discant at the best.</span><br /> +<br /> +But not to spoil the Foolish sport,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was content good King;</span><br /> +To fit the Shepherd’s humour right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In every kind of thing.</span><br /> +<br /> +A Sheep-hook then, with <i>Patch</i> his Dog,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Tar-box by his side;</span><br /> +He with his Master, jig by jowl,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto old <i>Gillian</i> hy’d.</span><br /> +<br /> +Into whose sight no sooner came,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom have you here (quoth she)</span><br /> +A Fellow I doubt, will cut our Throats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So like a Knave looks he.</span><br /> +<br /> +Not so old Dame, quoth <i>Alfred</i> strait,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of me you need not fear;</span><br /> +My Master hir’d me for Ten Groats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To serve you one whole Year.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">294</a></span>So good Dame <i>Gillian</i> grant me leave,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within your House to stay;</span><br /> +For by St. <i>Ann</i>, do what you can,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will not yet away.</span><br /> +<br /> +Her churlish usage pleas’d him still,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Put him to such a Proof,</span><br /> +That he at Night was almost choak’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within that smoaky Roof.</span><br /> +<br /> +But as he sat with smiling cheer,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The event of all to see;</span><br /> +His Dame brought forth a piece of Dow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which in the Fire throws she.</span><br /> +<br /> +Where lying on the Hearth to bake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By chance the Cake did burn;</span><br /> +What can’st thou not, thou Lout (quoth she)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take Pains the same to turn:</span><br /> +<br /> +Thou art more quick to take it out,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eat it up half Dow,</span><br /> +Than thus to stay till’t be enough,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so thy Manners show.</span><br /> +<br /> +But serve me such another Trick,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll thwack thee on the Snout;</span><br /> +Which made the patient King, good Man,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of her to stand in Doubt:</span><br /> +<br /> +But to be brief, to bed they went,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The good old Man and’s Wife;</span><br /> +But never such a Lodging had<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">King <i>Alfred</i> in his Life:</span><br /> +<br /> +For he was laid in white Sheeps Wool,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">New pull’d from tanned Fells,</span><br /> +And o’er his Head hang’d Spiders Webbs,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if they had been Bells.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">295</a></span>Is this the Country Guise, thought he,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then here I will not stay;</span><br /> +But hence be gone as soon as breaks<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The peeping of the Day.</span><br /> +<br /> +The cackling Hens and Geese kept roost,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And perched at his side;</span><br /> +Whereat the last the watchful Cock,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made known the Morning Tide.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then up got <i>Alfred</i> with his Horn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blew so long a Blast,</span><br /> +That made <i>Gillian</i> and her Groom,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Bed full sore agast.</span><br /> +<br /> +Arise, quoth she, we are undone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This Night, we lodged have,</span><br /> +At unawares within our House,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A false dissembling Knave;</span><br /> +<br /> +Rise Husband, rise, he’ll cut our Throats,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He calleth for his Mates,</span><br /> +I’d give old <i>Will</i> our good Cade Lamb,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He would depart our Gates.</span><br /> +<br /> +But still King <i>Alfred</i> blew his Horn<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">before them, more and more,</span><br /> +’Till that a hundred Lords and Knights,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All lighted at the Door:</span><br /> +<br /> +Which cry’d all hail, all hail good King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long have we look’d your Grace;</span><br /> +And here you find (my merry Men all)<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Sovereign in this place.</span><br /> +<br /> +We shall surely be hang’d up both,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old <i>Gillian</i> I much fear,</span><br /> +The Shepherd said, for using thus<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our good King <i>Alfred</i> here:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">296</a></span>O pardon, my Liege, quoth <i>Gillian</i> then,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my Husband and for me,</span><br /> +By these ten Bones I never thought<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The same that now I see:</span><br /> +<br /> +And by my Hook, the Shepherd said,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An Oath both good and true,</span><br /> +Before this time, O noble King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never your Highness knew:</span><br /> +<br /> +Then pardon me and my old Wife,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we may after say,</span><br /> +When first you came into our House,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was a happy Day.</span><br /> +<br /> +It shall be done, said <i>Alfred</i> streight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Gillian</i> thy old Dame,</span><br /> +For this thy churlish using me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deserveth not much Blame.</span><br /> +<br /> +For this thy Country Guise I see,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be thus bluntish still,</span><br /> +And where the plainest Meaning is,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Remains the smallest Ill.</span><br /> +<br /> +And Master, lo I tell thee now,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For thy low Manhood shown,</span><br /> +A Thousand Weathers I’ll bestow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon thee for thy own.</span><br /> +<br /> +And pasture Ground, as much as will<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Suffice to feed them all,</span><br /> +And this thy Cottage I will change<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into a stately Hall.</span><br /> +<br /> +As for the same, as Duty binds,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Shepherd said, good King,</span><br /> +A milk white Lamb once every Year,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll to your Highness bring.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">297</a></span>And <i>Gillian</i> my Wife likewise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Wool to make you Coats,</span><br /> +Will give you as much at New Year’s Tide,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As shall be worth ten Groats:</span><br /> +<br /> +And in your Praise my Bagpipe shall<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sound sweetly once a Year,</span><br /> +How <i>Alfred</i> our renowned King,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Most kindly hath been here.</span><br /> +<br /> +Thanks Shepherd, thanks, quoth he again<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The next time I come hither,</span><br /> +My Lords with me here in this House,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will all be merry together.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line019.png" width="543" height="87" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> Bracegirdle.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music140.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music140a.png" width="553" height="362" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">298</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music140b.png" width="551" height="700" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>EASE, cease of <i>Cupid</i> to complain,<br /> +Love, Love’s a Joy even while a Pain;<br /> +Oh! then think! oh! then think;<br /> +Oh! then think how great his Blisses,<br /> +Moving Glances, balmy Kisses,<br /> +Charming Raptures, matchless Sweets,<br /> +Love, Love alone, Love, Love alone,<br /> +Love, Love alone, all Joys compleats.</p> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">299</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Bracegirdle</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music141.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music141a.png" width="556" height="735" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">300</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music141b.png" width="553" height="199" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span>OME, come ye Nymphs,<br /> +Come ye Nymphs and ev’ry Swain,<br /> +Come ye Nymphs and ev’ry Swain,<br /> +<i>Galatea</i> leaves the Main,<br /> +To revive us on the Plain,<br /> +To revive us, to revive us, to revive us on the Plain;<br /> +Come, come, come, come ye Nymphs,<br /> +Come ye Nymphs and ev’ry Swain,<br /> +Come ye Nymphs and ev’ry Swain,<br /> +<i>Galatea</i> leaves the Main,<br /> +To revive us on the Plain,<br /> +To revive us on the Plain,<br /> +Come ye Nymphs and ev’ry Swain.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line015.png" width="547" height="39" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG. <i>Set by Mr.</i> John Barret.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music142.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music142a.png" width="554" height="211" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">301</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music142b.png" width="556" height="327" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span><i>Anthia</i> the lovely, the Joy of her Swain,<br /> +By <i>Iphis</i> was lov’d, and lov’d <i>Iphis</i> again;<br /> +She liv’d in the Youth, and the Youth in the Fair,<br /> +Their Pleasure was equal, and equal their Care;<br /> +No Time, no Enjoyment their Dotage withdrew;<br /> +But the longer they liv’d, but the longer they liv’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Still the fonder they grew.</span><br /> +<br /> +A Passion so happy alarm’d all the Plain,<br /> +Some envy’d the Nymph, but more envy’d the Swain;<br /> +Some swore ’twould be pity their Loves to invade,<br /> +That the Lovers alone for each other was made:<br /> +But all, all consented, that none ever knew,<br /> +A Nymph yet so kind, a Nymph yet so kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or a Shepherd so true.</span><br /> +<br /> +Love saw ’em with Pleasure, and vow’d to take care<br /> +Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent Pair;<br /> +What either did want, he bid either to move,<br /> +But they wanted nothing, but ever to love:<br /> +Said, ’twas all that to bless him his God-head cou’d do,<br /> +That they still might be kind, that they still might be kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And they still might be true.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">302</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music143.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music143a.png" width="556" height="852" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">303</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music143b.png" width="559" height="293" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>Ring out your Coney-Skins<br /> +Bring out your Coney-Skins Maids to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hold them fair that I may see,</span><br /> +Grey, Black and Blue, for the smaller Skins<br /> +I’ll give you Bracelets, Laces, Pins,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for your whole Coney</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here’s ready Money,</span><br /> +Come gentle <i>Joan</i>, do thou begin<br /> +With thy black Coney, thy black Coney-Skin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>Mary</i> and <i>Joan</i> will follow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With their Silver-hair’d Skins and yellow;</span><br /> +The White Coney-Skin I will not lay by,<br /> +For tho’ it be faint, it is fair to the Eye:<br /> +The Grey it is worn, but yet for my Money,<br /> +Give me the bonny, bonny black Coney;<br /> +Come away fair Maids, your Skins will decay,<br /> +Come and take Money Maids, put your Wares away:<br /> +Ha’ye any Coney-Skins, ha’ye any Coney-Skins,<br /> +Ha’ye any Coney-Skins here to sell?<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco004.png" width="118" height="59" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">304</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>The Words by Mr.</i> Clossold, <i>Set by Mr.</i><br /> +John <span class="smcap">Wilford</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music144.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music144.png" width="559" height="791" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">305</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">N</span>AY pish, nay pish, nay pish Sir, what ails you;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord! What is’t you do?</span><br /> +I ne’er met with one so uncivil as you;<br /> +You may think as you please, but if Evil it be,<br /> +I wou’d have you to know, you’re mistaken in me.<br /> +You Men now so rude, and so boistrous are grown,<br /> +A Woman can’t trust her self with you alone:<br /> +I cannot but wonder what ’tis that shou’d move ye;<br /> +If you do so again, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I swear I won’t love ye.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG. <i>Set by Mr.</i> Motley.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music145.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music145a.png" width="560" height="542" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">306</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music145b.png" width="549" height="305" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">D</span>RAW <i>Cupid</i> draw, and make fair <i>Sylvia</i> know;<br /> +The mighty Pain her suff’ring Swain does for her undergo;<br /> +Convey this Dart into her Heart, and when she’s set on Fire,<br /> +Do thou return and let her burn, like me in chast desire;<br /> +That by Experience she, may learn to pity me,<br /> +Whene’er her Eyes do tyrannize o’er my Captivity:<br /> +But when in Love we jointly move, and tenderly imbrace,<br /> +Like Angels shine, and sweetly join to one another’s Face.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco006.png" width="208" height="77" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">307</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> SONG; <i>The Words by a Person of a Quality. Set to Musick by Mr.</i> +Robert Cary.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music146.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music146.png" width="553" height="460" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>Ome brag of their <i>Chloris</i>, and some of their <i>Phillis</i>,<br /> +Some cry up their <i>Cælia</i>, and bright <i>Amaryllis</i>:<br /> +Thus Poets and Lovers their Mistresses dub,<br /> +And Goddesses fram’d from the Wash-bowl and Tub;<br /> +But away with these Fictions, and Counterfeit Folly:<br /> +There’s a thousand more Charms in the Name of my <i>Dolly</i>.<br /> +<br /> +I cannot describe you her Beauty and Wit,<br /> +Like Manna to each she’s a relishing Bit;<br /> +She alone by Enjoyment, the more does prevail,<br /> +And still with fresh Pleasures does hoist up your Sail:<br /> +Nay, had you a Surfeit, but took of all others,<br /> +One Look from my <i>Dolly</i> your Stomach recovers.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">308</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Mountebank</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Sung by Dr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leverigo</span>, <i>and his merry Andrew</i> +Pinkanello, <i>in</i> Farewel to Folly. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leveridge</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music147.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music147a.png" width="551" height="774" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">309</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music147b.png" width="555" height="934" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">310</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music147c.png" width="554" height="953" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>Ere are People and Sports<br /> +of all sizes and sorts,<br /> +Coach’d Damsel with Squire,<br /> +and Mob in the Mire,<br /> +Tarpaulins, Trugmallions,<br /> +Lords, Ladys, Sows,<br /> +Babies, and Loobys in Scores.<br /> +Some howling, some Bawling,<br /> +some Leering, some Fleering,<br /> +some Loving, some Shoving,<br /> +with Legions of Furbelow’d Whores.<br /> +<br /> +To the Tavern, some go,<br /> +and some to a Show,<br /> +see Poppets for Moppets,<br /> +Jack-puddings, for Cuddens,<br /> +Rope Dancing, Mares Prancing,<br /> +Boats flying, Quacks lying,<br /> +Pick-pockets, pick Plackets,<br /> +Beasts, Butchers, and Beaus.<br /> +<br /> +Fops prat’ling, Dies rat’ling,<br /> +Rooks shaming, Puts Daming,<br /> +Whores Painted, Mask’s tainted,<br /> +in Tallymans Furbelow’d Cloaths.<br /> +<br /> +The Mobs Joys would you know<br /> +to yon Musick-house go,<br /> +see Tailors, and Saylors,<br /> +Whores Oily in Doily,<br /> +hear Musick, makes you sick:<br /> +Cows Skipping, Clowns tripping,<br /> +some Joaking, some Smoaking, like Spiggit and Tap;<br /> +short Measure, strange Pleasure<br /> +thus Billing, and Swilling,<br /> +some yearly, get fairly,<br /> +for Fairings Pig, Pork, and a Clap.</p> +</div> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">311</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line011.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Mountebank</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set and Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leveridge</span>, <i>in a New Play +call’d</i>, Farewel to Folly.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music148.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music148a.png" width="562" height="725" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">312</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music148b.png" width="553" height="949" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">313</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music148c.png" width="562" height="941" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">314</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music148d.png" width="558" height="928" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>EE, Sirs, see here! a Doctor rare, who travels much at home!<br /> +Here take my Bills, take my Bills,<br /> +I cure all Ills, past, present, and to come;<br /> +the Cramp, the Stitch, the Squirt, the Itch,<br /> +the Gout, the Stone, the Pox,<br /> +the Mulligrubs, the Bonny Scrubs,<br /> +and all, all, all, all, all, <i>Pandora’s</i> Box;<br /> +Thousands I’ve Dissected, Thousands new erected,<br /> +and such Cures effected, as none e’er can tell.<br /> +<br /> +Let the Palsie shake ye, let the Chollick rack ye,<br /> +let the Crinkums break ye, let the Murrain take ye;<br /> +Take this, take this and you are well.<br /> +Thousands, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Come Wits so keen, devour’d with Spleen;<br /> +come Beaus who sprain’d your Backs,<br /> +Great-belly’d Maids, old founder’d Jades,<br /> +and Pepper’d Vizard Cracks.<br /> +<br /> +I soon remove the pains of Love,<br /> +and cure the Love-sick Maid;<br /> +the Hot, the Cold, the Young,<br /> +the Old, the Living and the Dead.<br /> +<br /> +I clear the Lass with Wainscot Face,<br /> +and from Pim-ginets free,<br /> +Plump Ladies Red, like <i>Saracen’s</i>-head,<br /> +with toaping Rattafe.<br /> +<br /> +This with a Jirk, will do your work,<br /> +and scour you o’re and o’re,<br /> +Read, Judge and Try, and if you die,<br /> +never believe me more,<br /> +never, never, never, never, never believe me more.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">315</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the</i> Mock Marriage. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Knight</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> +Henry Purcell.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music149.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music149.png" width="553" height="800" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">316</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">O</span>H! how you protest and solemnly swear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look humble, and fawn like an Ass;</span><br /> +I’m pleas’d, I must own, when ever I see<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Lover that’s brought to this pass.</span><br /> +Keep, keep further off, you’re naughty I fear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I vow I will never, will never, will never yield to’t;</span><br /> +You ask me in vain; for never I swear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never, no never, I never, no never,</span><br /> +I never, no never will do’t.<br /> +<br /> +For when the Deed’s done, how quickly you go,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No more of the Lover remains,</span><br /> +In hast you depart, whate’er we can do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stubbornly throw off your Chains:</span><br /> +Desist then in time, let’s hear on’t no more,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I vow I will never yield to’t;</span><br /> +You promise in vain, in vain you adore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I will never, no never will do’t.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line017.png" width="505" height="53" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><span class="smcap">Jockey’s</span> <i>Lamentation.</i></h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music150.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music150a.png" width="551" height="320" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">317</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music150b.png" width="549" height="196" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">J</span>O<i>ckey</i> met with <i>Jenny</i> fair<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Betwixt the dawning and the Day,</span><br /> +And <i>Jockey</i> now is full of Care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>Jenny</i> stole his Heart away:</span><br /> +Altho’ she promis’d to be true,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet she, alas, has prov’d unkind,</span><br /> +That which do make poor <i>Jenny</i> rue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>Jenny’s</i> fickle as the Wind:</span><br /> +And, <i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>The Wind has blown my Plad away.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Jockey</i> was a bonny Lad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As e’er was born in <i>Scotland</i> fair;</span><br /> +But now poor <i>Jockey</i> is run mad,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>Jenny</i> causes his Despair;</span><br /> +<i>Jockey</i> was a Piper’s Son,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fell in Love while he was young:</span><br /> +But all the Tunes that he could play,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was, <i>o’er the Hills, and far away,</i></span><br /> +And, <i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills and far away,</i><br /> +<i>The Wind has blown my Plad away.</i><br /> +<br /> +When first I saw my <i>Jenny’s</i> Face,<br /> +She did appear with sike a Grace,<br /> +With muckle Joy my Heart was fill’d;<br /> +But now alas with Sorrow kill’d.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">318</a></span>Oh! was she but as true as fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twou’d put an end to my Despair;</span><br /> +But ah, alass! this is unkind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which sore does terrify my Mind;</span><br /> +<i>’Twas o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Twas o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Twas o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>That</i> Jenny <i>stole my Heart away.</i><br /> +<br /> +Did she but feel the dismal Woe<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That for her Sake I undergo,</span><br /> +She surely then would grant Relief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put an end to all my Grief:</span><br /> +But oh, she is as false as fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which causes all my sad Despair;</span><br /> +She triumphs in a proud Disdain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And takes Delight to see my Pain;</span><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Hard was my Hap to fall in Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With one that does so faithless prove;</span><br /> +Hard was my fate to court the Maid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That has my constant Heart betray’d:</span><br /> +A thousand times to me she swore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She would be true for evermore:</span><br /> +But oh! alas, with Grief I say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She’s stole my Heart, and ran away;</span><br /> +<i>’Twas o’er the Hills</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +Good gentle <i>Cupid</i> take my part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pierce this false one to the Heart,</span><br /> +That she may once but feel the Woe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I for her do undergo;</span><br /> +Oh! make her feel this raging Pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That for her Love I do sustain;</span><br /> +She sure would then more gentle be,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon repent her Cruelty;</span><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">319</a></span>I now must wander for her sake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since that she will no Pity take,</span><br /> +Into the Woods and shady Grove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bid adieu to my false Love:</span><br /> +Since she is false whom I adore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I ne’er will trust a Woman more,</span><br /> +From all their Charms I’ll fly away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on my Pipe will sweetly play;</span><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills</i>, &c.<br /> +<br /> +There by my self I’ll sing and say,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away</i>,</span><br /> +That my poor Heart is gone astray,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which makes me grieve both Night and Day;</span><br /> +Farewel, farewel, thou cruel she,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I fear that I shall die for thee:</span><br /> +But if I live, this Vow I’ll make,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To love no other for your sake.</span><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>’Tis o’er the Hills, and far away,</i><br /> +<i>The Wind has blown my Plad away.</i><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line005.png" width="544" height="29" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg">The Recruiting Officer: <i>Or</i>, The Merry Volunteers: <i>Being an +Excellent New Copy of Verses upon raising Recruits.</i></p> +</div> + +<h3><i>To the foregoing Tune.</i></h3> + + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>ARK! now the Drums beat up again,<br /> +For all true Soldiers Gentlemen,<br /> +Then let us list, and march I say,<br /> +Over the Hills and far away;<br /> +Over the Hills and o’er the Main,<br /> +To <i>Flanders</i>, <i>Portugal</i> and <i>Spain</i>,<br /> +Queen <i>Ann</i> commands, and we’ll obey,<br /> +<i>Over the Hills and far away</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">320</a></span>All Gentlemen that have a Mind,<br /> +To serve the Queen that’s good and kind;<br /> +Come list and enter into Pay,<br /> +Then o’er the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Here’s Forty Shillings on the Drum,<br /> +For those that Volunteers do come,<br /> +With Shirts, and Cloaths, and present Pay,<br /> +When o’er the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Hear that brave Boys, and let us go,<br /> +Or else we shall be prest you know;<br /> +Then list and enter into Pay,<br /> +And o’er the Hills and far away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Constables they search about,<br /> +To find such brisk young Fellows out;<br /> +Then let’s be Volunteers I say,<br /> +Over the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Since now the <i>French</i> so low are brought,<br /> +And Wealth and Honour’s to be got,<br /> +Who then behind wou’d sneaking stay?<br /> +When o’er the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +No more from sound of Drum retreat,<br /> +While <i>Marlborough</i>, and <i>Gallaway</i> beat,<br /> +The <i>French</i> and <i>Spaniards</i> every Day,<br /> +When over the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +He that is forc’d to go and fight,<br /> +Will never get true Honour by’t,<br /> +While Volunteers shall win the Day,<br /> +When o’er the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">321</a></span>What tho’ our Friends our Absence mourn,<br /> +We all with Honour shall return;<br /> +And then we’ll sing both Night and Day,<br /> +Over the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Prentice <i>Tom</i> he may refuse,<br /> +To wipe his angry Master’s Shoes;<br /> +For then he’s free to sing and play,<br /> +Over the Hills and far away;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Over Rivers, Bogs, and Springs,<br /> +We all shall live as great as Kings,<br /> +And Plunder get both Night and Day,<br /> +When over the Hills and far away,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +We then shall lead more happy Lives,<br /> +By getting rid of Brats and Wives,<br /> +That Scold on both Night and Day,<br /> +When o’er the Hills and far away:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +Come on then Boys and you shall see,<br /> +We every one shall Captains be,<br /> +To Whore and rant as well as they,<br /> +When o’er the Hills and far away:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +<br /> +For if we go ’tis one to Ten,<br /> +But we return all Gentlemen,<br /> +All Gentlemen as well as they,<br /> +When o’er the Hills and far away:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Over the Hills</i>, &c.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco011.png" width="62" height="64" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">322</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> Scotch <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">John Barrett</span>.</h2> + + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music151.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music151.png" width="555" height="419" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">A</span>H! foolish Lass, what mun I do?<br /> +My Modesty I well may rue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which of my Joy bereft me;</span><br /> +For full of Love he came,<br /> +But out of silly shame,<br /> +With pish and phoo I play’d,<br /> +To muckle the coy Maid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the raw young Loon has left me.</span><br /> +<br /> +Wou’d <i>Jockey</i> knew how muckle I lue,<br /> +Did I less Art, or did he shew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">More Nature, how bleast I’d be;</span><br /> +I’d not have reason to complain,<br /> +That I lue’d now in vain,<br /> +Gen he more a Man was,<br /> +I’d be less a coy Lass,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had the raw young Loon weel try’d me.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">323</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the Comedy call’d</i> Justice Buisy, <i>or the</i> Gentleman +Quack: <i>Set by Mr.</i> John Eccles, <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> Bracegirdle.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music152.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music152.png" width="558" height="590" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">N</span>O, no ev’ry Morning my Beauties renew,<br /> +Where-ever I go, I have Lovers enough;<br /> +I Dress and I Dance, and I Laugh and I Sing,<br /> +Am lovely and lively, and gay as the Spring:<br /> +I Visit, I Game, and I cast away Care,<br /> +Mind Lovers no more, than the Birds of the Air,<br /> +Mind Lovers no more, than the Birds of the Air.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">324</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>Set by Mr.</i> WILLIS.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music153.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music153.png" width="559" height="866" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">325</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">N</span>OW my Freedom’s regain’d, and by <i>Bacchus</i> I swear,<br /> +All whining dull whimsys of Love I’ll cashire:<br /> +The Charm’s more engaging in Bumpers of Wine,<br /> +Then let <i>Chloe</i> be Damn’d, but let this be Divine:<br /> +Whilst Youth warms thy Veins, Boy embrace thy full Glasses,<br /> +Damn <i>Cupid</i> and all his poor Proselyte Asses;<br /> +Let this be thy rule <i>Tom</i>, to square out thy Life,<br /> +And when Old in a Friend, thou’lt live free from all Strife,<br /> +Only envied by him that is plagu’d with a Wife.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line023.png" width="525" height="83" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> Scotch <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>the Words by Mr.</i> Peter<br /> +Noble, <i>Set by Mr.</i> John Wilford.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music154.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music154a.png" width="555" height="360" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">326</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music154b.png" width="554" height="216" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">B</span>ONNY <i>Scottish</i> Lads that keens me weel,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lith ye what, ye what good Luck Ise fun;</span><br /> +<i>Moggey</i> is mine own in spight o’th’ De’el,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I alone her Heart has won:</span><br /> +Near St. <i>Andrew’s</i> Kirk in <i>London</i> Town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There Ise, Ise met my Dearest Joy;</span><br /> +Shinening in her Silken Hued and Gown,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ne’er ack, ne’er ack she prov’d not Coy.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then after many Compliments,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Streight we gang’d into the Kirk;</span><br /> +There full weel she tuck the documents,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flang me many pleasing Smirk:</span><br /> +Weel I weat that I have gear enough,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She’s have a Yode to ride ont;</span><br /> +She’s neither drive the Swine, nor the Plough,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whatever does betide ont.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco008.png" width="317" height="72" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">327</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A New</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the Play call’d</i>, a <span class="smcap">Duke</span><br /> +and no <span class="smcap">Duke</span>. <i>Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Cibber</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music155.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music155.png" width="559" height="639" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">D</span><i>AMON</i> if you will believe me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis not sighing o’er the Plain;</span><br /> +Songs nor Sonnets can’t relieve ye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Faint Attempts in Love are vain:</span><br /> +Urge but home the fair Occasion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be Master of the Field;</span><br /> +To a powerful kind Invasion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twere a Madness not to yield.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">328</a></span>Tho’ she vow’s she’ll ne’er permit ye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says you’re rude, and much to blame;</span><br /> +And with Tears implores your pity,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be not merciful for shame:</span><br /> +When the first assault is over,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Chloris</i> time enough will find;</span><br /> +This so fierce and Cruel Lover,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Much more gentle, not so kind.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line018.png" width="515" height="56" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>. <i>The Words made to a Tune of<br /> +the late Mr.</i> Henry Purcell’s.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music156.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music156.png" width="556" height="540" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">329</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">D</span>RUNK I was last Night that’s poss,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Wife began to Scold;</span><br /> +Say what I cou’d for my Heart’s Blood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her Clack she wou’d not hold:</span><br /> +Thus her Chat she did begin,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is this your time of coming in;</span><br /> +The Clock strikes One, you’ll be undone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If thus you lead your Life:</span><br /> +My Dear said I, I can’t deny,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what you say is true;</span><br /> +I do intend, my Life to mend,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray lends the Pot to Spew.</span><br /> +<br /> +Fye, you Sot, I ne’er can bear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rise thus e’ery Night;</span><br /> +Tho’ like a Beast you never care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What consequence comes by’t:</span><br /> +The Child and I may starve for you,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We neither can have half our due;</span><br /> +With grief I find, you’re so unkind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In time you’ll break my Heart:</span><br /> +At that I smil’d, and said dear Child,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I believe your in the wrong;</span><br /> +But if’t shou’d be you’re destiny,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll sing a merry Song.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco002.png" width="122" height="184" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">330</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The Gelding the Devil. Set by Mr.</i> Tho.<br /> +Wroth.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music157.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music157.png" width="556" height="586" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">I</span> Met with the Devil in the shape of a Ram,<br /> +Then over and over the Sow-gelder came;<br /> +I rose and halter’d him fast by the Horns,<br /> +And pick’d out his Stones, as you would pick out Corns;<br /> +Maa, quoth the Devil, with that out he slunk,<br /> +And left us a Carkass of Mutton that stunk.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">331</a></span>I chanc’d to ride forth a Mile and a half,<br /> +Where I heard he did live in disguise of a Calf;<br /> +I bound him and Gelt him e’er he did any evil,<br /> +For he was at the best but a young sucking Devil:<br /> +Maa, yet he cries, and forth he did steal,<br /> +And this was sold after for excellent Veal.<br /> +<br /> +Some half a Year after in the Form of a Pig,<br /> +I met with the Rogue, and he look’d very big;<br /> +I caught at his Leg, laid him down on a Log,<br /> +E’er a Man could Fart twice, I made him a Hog:<br /> +Huh, huh quoth the Devil, and gave such a Jerk,<br /> +That a <i>Jew</i> was Converted and eat of that Pork.<br /> +<br /> +In Woman’s attire I met him most fine,<br /> +At first sight I thought him some Angel divine;<br /> +But viewing his crab Face I fell to my Trade,<br /> +I made him forswear ever acting a Maid:<br /> +Meaw, quoth the Devil, and so ran away,<br /> +Hid himself in a Fryer’s old Weeds as they say.<br /> +<br /> +I walked along and it was my good chance,<br /> +To meet with a Black-coat that was in a Trance;<br /> +I speedily grip’d him and whip’d off his Cods,<br /> +’Twixt his Head and his Breech, I left little odds:<br /> +O, quoth the Devil, and so away ran,<br /> +Thou oft will be curst by many a Woman.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/deco019.png" width="164" height="116" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">332</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music158.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music158.png" width="555" height="440" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN <i>Jemmy</i> first began to love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was the finest Swain;</span><br /> +That ever yet a Flock had drove,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or Danc’d upon the Plain:</span><br /> +’Twas then that I, woe’s me poor heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Freedom threw away;</span><br /> +And finding sweets in every part,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I could not say him nay.</span><br /> +<br /> +For ever when he spake of Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wou’d his Eyes decline;</span><br /> +Each Sigh he gave a Heart wou’d move,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good faith, and why not mine:</span><br /> +He’d press my Hand, and Kiss it oft,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His silence spoke his Flame;</span><br /> +And whilst he treated me thus soft,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wish’d him more to blame.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">333</a></span>Sometimes to feed my Flock with his,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Jemmy</i> wou’d me invite;</span><br /> +Where he the finest Songs would Sing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Me only to Delight:</span><br /> +Then all his Graces he display’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which were enough I trow;</span><br /> +To conquer any Princely Maid,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So did he me I trow.</span><br /> +<br /> +But now for <i>Jemmy</i> I must Mourn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He to the Wars must go;</span><br /> +His Sheephook to a Sword must turn,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alack what shall I do?</span><br /> +His Bagpipes into Warlike sounds,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must now converted be;</span><br /> +His Garlands into fearful Wounds,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! what becomes of me?</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line003.png" width="551" height="28" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>; <i>to the Tune of</i> Woobourn <i>Fair.</i></h2> + +<h3>Vol. 4. Pag. 330.</h3> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">J</span>ILTING is in such a Fashion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: .8em;">And such a Fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Runs o’er the Nation,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There’s never a Dame</span><br /> +Of highest Rank, or of Fame,<br /> +Sir, but will stoop to your Caresses,<br /> +If you do but put home your Addresses:<br /> +It’s for that she Paints, and she Patches,<br /> +All she hopes to secure is her Name, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +But when you find the Love fit comes upon her,<br /> +Never trust much to her Honour;<br /> +Tho’ she may very high stand on’t,<br /> +Yet when her love is Ascendant,<br /> +Her Vertue’s quite out of Doors<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">334</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">High Breeding, rank Feeding,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With lazy Lives leading,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Ease and soft Pleasures,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And taking loose Measures,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With Play-house Diversions,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Midnight Excursions,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With Balls Masquerading,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Nights Serenading,</span><br /> +Debauch the Sex into Whores, Sir.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line013.png" width="554" height="37" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<h3><i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Pack</span>.</h3> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music159.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music159a.png" width="559" height="538" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">335</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music159b.png" width="556" height="209" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">F</span>AREWEL ungrateful Traytor,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Farewel my Perjur’d Swain:</span><br /> +Let never injur’d Creature,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Believe a Man again:</span><br /> +The pleasure of possessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surpasses all expressing;</span><br /> +But Joys too short a Blessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And love too long a Pain:</span><br /> +<i>But Joys too short a Blessing,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Love too long a Pain.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +’Tis easie to deceive us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In pity of your Pain;</span><br /> +But when we Love, you leave us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rail at you in vain:</span><br /> +Before we have descry’d it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There is no Bliss beside it;</span><br /> +But she that once has try’d it,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will never Love again.</span><br /> +<br /> +The Passion you pretended,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was only to obtain;</span><br /> +But when the Charm is ended,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Charmer you disdain:</span><br /> +Your Love by ours we measure,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Till we have lost our Treasure;</span><br /> +But dying is a Pleasure,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When living is a Pain.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">336</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music160.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music160.png" width="555" height="340" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>OU I Love by all that’s true,<br /> +More than all things here below;<br /> +with a Passion far more great,<br /> +Than e’er Creature loved yet:<br /> +And yet still you cry forbear,<br /> +Love no more, or Love not here.<br /> +<br /> +Bid the Miser leave his Ore,<br /> +Bid the Wretched sigh no more;<br /> +Bid the Old be young again,<br /> +Bid the <i>Nun</i> not think of Man:<br /> +<i>Sylvia</i> thus when you can do,<br /> +Bid me then not think on you.<br /> +<br /> +Love’s not a thing of Choice, but Fate,<br /> +What makes me Love, that makes you Hate:<br /> +<i>Sylvia</i> you do what you will,<br /> +Ease or Cure, Torment or Kill:<br /> +Be Kind or Cruel, False or True,<br /> +Love I must, and none but you.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">337</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> SONG.</h2> + +<p class="center">Note: <i>You must Sing 8 lines to the first Strain.</i></p> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music161.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music161.png" width="556" height="293" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">L</span>ET’s be merry blith and jolly,<br /> +Stupid Dulness is a Folly;<br /> +’Tis the Spring that doth invite us,<br /> +Hark, the chirping Birds delight us:<br /> +Let us Dance and raise our Voices,<br /> +Every Creature now rejoyces;<br /> +Airy Blasts and springing Flowers,<br /> +Verdant Coverings, pleasant Showers:<br /> +Each plays his part to compleat this our Joy,<br /> +And can we be so dull as to deny.<br /> +<br /> +Here’s no foolish surly Lover,<br /> +That his Passions will discover;<br /> +No conceited fopish Creature,<br /> +That is proud of Cloaths or Feature:<br /> +All things here serene and free are,<br /> +They’re not Wise, are not as we are;<br /> +Who acknowledge Heavens Blessings,<br /> +In our innocent Caressings:<br /> +Then let us Sing, let us Dance, let us Play,<br /> +’Tis the Time is allow’d, ’tis the Month of <i>May</i>.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">338</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A New</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>the Words by Mr.</i> J.C.<br /> +<i>Set to Musick by Dr.</i> Prettle.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music162.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music162.png" width="557" height="692" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">N</span>O <i>Phillis</i>, tho’ you’ve all the Charms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ambitious Woman can desire;</span><br /> +All Beauty, Wit, and Youth that warms,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or sets our foolish Hearts on fire:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">339</a></span>Yet you may practice all your Arts,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In vain to make a Slave of me;</span><br /> +You ne’er shall re-engage my Heart,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Revolted from your Tyranny:</span><br /> +<i>You ne’er shall re-engage my Heart,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Revolted from your Tyranny.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +When first I saw those dang’rous Eyes,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They did my Liberty betray;</span><br /> +But when I knew your Cruelties,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I snatch’d my simple Heart away:</span><br /> +Now I defy your Smiles to win,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My resolute Heart, no pow’r th’ave got;</span><br /> +Tho’ once I suck’d their Poyson in,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Rigour prov’d an Antidote.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line011.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>The Epilogue to the</i> Island Princes, <i>Set by Mr.</i> Clark, <i>Sung by +Mrs.</i> Lindsey, <i>and the Boy.</i></p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music163.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music163a.png" width="553" height="376" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">340</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music163b.png" width="550" height="505" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">N</span>OW to you ye dry Wooers,<br /> +Old Beaus, and no doers,<br /> +So doughty, so gouty,<br /> +So useless and toothless,<br /> +Your blindless, cold kindness,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has nothing of Man;</span><br /> +Still doating, or gloating,<br /> +Still stumbling, or fumbling,<br /> +Still hawking, still baulking,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You flash in the Pan:</span><br /> +Unfit like old Brooms,<br /> +For sweeping our Rooms,<br /> +You’re sunk and you’re shrunk,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then repent and look to’t;</span><br /> +In vain you’re so upish, in vain you’re so upish.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’re down ev’ry foot.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">341</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> Scotch <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">R. Brown</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music164.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music164.png" width="552" height="421" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">J</span><i>OCKEY</i> loves his <i>Moggy</i> dearly,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He gang’d with her to <i>Perth</i> Fair;</span><br /> +There we Sung and Pip’d together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when done, then down I’d lay her:</span><br /> +I so pull’d her, and so lull’d her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both o’erwhelm’d with muckle Joy;</span><br /> +<i>Mog.</i> kiss’d <i>Jockey</i>, <i>Jockey</i> <i>Moggy</i>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From long Night to break of Day.</span><br /> +<br /> +I told <i>Mog.</i> ’twas muckle pleasing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Moggey</i> cry’d she’d do again such;</span><br /> +I reply’d I’d glad gang with thee,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ’twould wast my muckle Coyn much:</span><br /> +She lamented, I relented,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both wish’d Bodies might increase;</span><br /> +Then we’d gang next Year together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my Pipe shall never cease.</span></p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">342</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>in the</i> Lucky Younger Brother, <i>or, the</i> Beau Defeated; +<i>Set by Mr.</i> John Eccles, <i>and Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Bowman</span>.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music165.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music165a.png" width="554" height="816" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">343</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music165b.png" width="557" height="419" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">D</span><i>ELIA</i> tir’d <i>Strephon</i> with her Flame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While languishing, while languishing she view’d him;</span><br /> +The well dress’d Youth despis’d the Dame,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But still, still; but still the old Fool pursu’d him:</span><br /> +Some pity on a Wretch bestow,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That lyes at your Devotion;</span><br /> +Perhaps near fifty Years ago,<br /> +Perhaps near fifty Years ago,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I might have lik’d the Motion.</span><br /> +<br /> +If you, proud Youth, my Flame despise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll hang me in my Garters;</span><br /> +Why then make hast to win the Prize,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among loves foolish Martyrs:</span><br /> +Can you see <i>Delia</i> brought so low,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make her no Requitals?</span><br /> +<i>Delia</i> may to the Devil go, <i>Delia</i> may to the Devil,<br /> +Devil go, to the Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil go for <i>Strephon</i>;<br /> +Stop my Vitals, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop my Vitals.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">344</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>Set by Mr.</i> John Weldon.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music166.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music166.png" width="554" height="508" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">S</span>WAIN thy hopeless Passion smother,<br /> +Perjur’d <i>Cælia</i> loves another;<br /> +In his Arms I saw her lying,<br /> +Panting, Kissing, Trembling, Dying:<br /> +There the Fair deceiver swore,<br /> +As once she did to you before.<br /> +<br /> +Oh! said you, when She deceives me,<br /> +When that Constant Creatures leave me;<br /> +<i>Isis</i> Waters back shall fly,<br /> +And leave their <i>Ouzy</i> Channels dry:<br /> +Turn your Waters, leave your Shore,<br /> +For perjur’d <i>Cælia</i> loves no more.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">345</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockn"> +<p class="hangxlg"><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in the Comedy call’d the</i> <span class="smcap">Biter</span>, <i>Set by Mr.</i> John Eccles, +<i>and Sung by Mr.</i> Cook.</p> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music167.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music167.png" width="554" height="460" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span><i>HLOE</i> blush’d and frown’d and swore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And push’d me rudely from her;</span><br /> +I call’d her Faithless, Jilting Whore,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To talk to me of Honour:</span><br /> +But when I rose and wou’d be gone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She cry’d nay, whither go ye?</span><br /> +Young <i>Damon</i> saw, now we’re alone,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do, do, do what you will, do what you will with <i>Chloe</i>:</span><br /> +Do what you will, what you will, what you will with <i>Chloe</i>,<br /> +Do what you will, what you will, what you will with <i>Chloe</i>.</p> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">346</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line006.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>in</i> Rinaldo <i>and</i> Armida: <i>Set by<br /> +Mr.</i> John Eccles. <i>Sung by Mr.</i> Gouge.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music168.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music168a.png" width="556" height="754" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">347</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music168b.png" width="553" height="324" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HE Jolly, Jolly Breeze,<br /> +That comes whistling through the Trees;<br /> +From all the blissful Regions brings,<br /> +Perfumes upon its spicy Wings:<br /> +With its wanton motion curling,<br /> +Curling, curling, curling the crystal Rills,<br /> +Which down, down, down, down the Hills,<br /> +Run, run, run, run, run o’er Golden gravel purling.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line009.png" width="553" height="41" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>on the</i> Punch Bowl. <i>To the<br /> +foregoing Tune.</i></h2> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">T</span>HE Jolly, Jolly Bowl,<br /> +That does quench my thirsty Soul;<br /> +When all the mingling Juice is thrown,<br /> +Perfum’d with fragrant Goar Stone:<br /> +With it’s wanton Toast too, curling,<br /> +Curling, curling, curling, curling the Nut-brown Riles,<br /> +Which down, down, down, down by the Gills,<br /> +Run through ruby Swallows purling.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">348</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>The</i> PROLOGUE <i>in the</i> Island-Princess,<br /> +<i>Set and Sung by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">Leveridge</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music169.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music169.png" width="552" height="830" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">349</a></span></p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">Y</span>Ou’ve been with dull Prologues here banter’d so long,<br /> +They signify nothing, or less than a Song;<br /> +To sing you a Ballad this Tune we thought fit,<br /> +For Sound has oft nickt you, when Sence could not hit:<br /> +Then Ladies be kind, and Gentlemen mind,<br /> +Wit Capers, play Sharpers, loud Bullies, tame Cullies,<br /> +Sow grumblers, Wench Fumblers give ear ev’ry Man:<br /> +Mobb’d Sinners in Pinners, kept Foppers, Bench-hoppers,<br /> +High-Flyers, Pit-Plyers, be still if you can:<br /> +You’re all in Damnation, you’re all in Damnation for Leading the Van.<br /> +<br /> +Ye Side-Box Gallants, whom the vulgar call Beaus,<br /> +Admirers of Self, and nice Judges of Cloaths;<br /> +Who now the War’s over cross boldly the Main,<br /> +Yet ne’er were at Seiges, unless at Campaign:<br /> +Spare all on the Stage, Love in every Age,<br /> +Young Tattles, Wild Rattles, Fan-Tearers, Mask-Fleerers,<br /> +Old Coasters, Love boasters, who set up for Truth:<br /> +Young Graces, Black Faces, some Faded, some Jaded,<br /> +Old Mothers, and others, who’ve yet a Colt’s Tooth:<br /> +See us Act that in Winter, you’d all Act in Youth.<br /> +<br /> +You Gallery Haunters, who love to lye snug,<br /> +And maunch Apples or Cakes, while some Neighbour you hugg;<br /> +Ye lofties, Genteels, who above us all sit,<br /> +And look down with Contempt, on the Mob in the Pit,<br /> +Here’s what you like best, Jigg, Song and the rest,<br /> +Free Laughers, close Graffers, dry Jokers, old Soakers,<br /> +Kind Cousins, by Dozens, your Customs don’t break:<br /> +Sly Spouses with Blouses, grave Horners, in Corners,<br /> +Kind No-wits, save Poets, clap ’till your Hands ake,<br /> +And tho’ the Wits Damn us, we’ll say the Whims take.</p> +</div> + + + + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">350</a></span></p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span> <i>Set by Mr.</i> <span class="smcap">John Barrett</span>, <i>and<br /> +Sung by Mrs.</i> <span class="smcap">Lindsey</span>.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music170.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music170.png" width="555" height="707" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">C</span><i>ÆLIA</i> hence with Affectation,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hence with all this careless Air;</span><br /> +Hypocrisy is out of Fashion,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the Witty and the Fair:</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">351</a></span>Nature all thy Arts discloses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While the Pleasures she supplies;</span><br /> +Paint thy glowing Cheeks with Roses,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And inflame thy sparkling Eyes.</span><br /> +<br /> +Foolish <i>Cælia</i> not to know,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love thy Int’rest and thy Duty;</span><br /> +Thou to love alone dost owe,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All thy Joy, and all thy Beauty:</span><br /> +Mark the tuneful Feather’d kind,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the coming of the Spring;</span><br /> +All in happy Pairs are joyn’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And because they love they Sing.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/line010.png" width="533" height="38" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2><i>A</i> <span class="smcap">Song</span>, <i>Set by Mr.</i> CLARK.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<a href="music/music171.mid">Listen</a>]</p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music171a.png" width="559" height="476" alt="music" title="music" /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">352</a></span></p> + +<p class="centerp"> +<img src="images/music171b.png" width="553" height="309" alt="music continued" title="music continued" /> +</p> + +<div class="words"> +<p> +<span class="dropcap">H</span>OW often have I curs’d that sable Deceit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For making me wish and admire;</span><br /> +And rifle poor <i>Ovid</i> to learn to intreat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Reason might check my desire:</span><br /> +For sagely of late it has been disclos’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s nothing, nothing conceal’d uncommon;</span><br /> +No Miracles under a Mask repos’d,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When knowing <i>Cynthia’s</i> a Woman.</span><br /> +<br /> +Tho’ Beauty’s great Charms our Sences delude,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis the Centre attracts our Needle;</span><br /> +And Love’s a Jest when thought to intrude,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The design of it to unriddle:</span><br /> +A Virgin may show strange coyness in Love,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tell you Chimera’s of Honour;</span><br /> +But give her her Wish, the Man she approves,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No Labour he’ll have to win her.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<p class="centerp"><br /><span class="gesplg"><b>FINIS.</b></span></p> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> 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