Catch that catch can, or, A choice collection of catches, rounds & canons for 3 or 4 voyces collected & published by John Hilton ...

Catch that catch can, or, A choice collection of catches, rounds & canons for 3 or 4 voyces collected & published by John Hilton ...

Table of contents

Title page

To my much Honoured Friend, Mr. Robert Coleman, a true Lover of MƲSICK.

In Praise of MUSICK.

To all Lovers of Musick.

Ad Lectorem.

A Table of Catches and Rounds in this Booke.

A Table of the Sacred Hymns and Canons in the latter Part of this Booke.

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a. 3. Voc. A Maying Catch.

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a. 4. Parts in two. A Dialogue Catch between two Doctours, and their Patients.

a. 3. Voc.

a. 3. Voc. A Northern Catch.

a. 3. Voc.

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a. 4. Voc.

a. 3. Voc. A Catch within a Catch.

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a. 3. Voc.

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a. 4. Voc.

a. 4. Voc. A Northern Catch.

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a. 6. Voc.

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

a. 3. Voc.

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Sacred HYMNS & CANONS, For three or foure Voyces.

a. 3. Voc. A Cannon in the 4. and 8. below.

a. 3. Voc. A Cannon in the 5. and 9. rising a Note each time.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. and 4. below.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 4. and 8. below.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. & in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and 4. below, rising a Note every time.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and the 4. below, rising a Note every time.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. below the 8. above.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc.

a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison

a. 3. Voc.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above & 4. below, A Sembreeffo after one another.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3 Voc. A Canon in the 5. and 8. rest a Minu•, each after other. The Tenor begins.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. and the 9. rising a Note every time.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and the 4 below, rising a Note every time.

a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

Errata's of the Notes and other mistakes in this Booke, are heere marked with this Character ˘ overhead, and the Page and Line set downe where they are, the which you are desired to mend with your Pen.

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Catch that Catch can, or A Choice Collection of CATCHES, ROVNDS, & CAN̄ONS for 3 or 4 Voyces

Collected & Published by John Hilton Batch: in Musick

London printed for John Benson & John Playford and to be sould in St. Dunstans Churchyard, and in the Inner Temple neare the Church doore 1652

To my much Honoured Friend, Mr. Robert Coleman, a true Lover of MƲSICK.

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SIR:

AS Musick sits Queene Regent in the Center of Arts, whereby she preserves an Harmonious Sympathy amongst them; so her studious Care, to continue that Unity, hath qualified her servants in severall degrees; some like Seraphins, sing Hosanna in the highest; others like Angels, charoll the Nativity of Emanuel. The Ayry Quire in their kind, warble Praises to their Creator, and Man in various Tunes, sets forth the Glory of his Maker: I could speake of the Spherique Harmony, and the generall Musick of the Creature, both sensitive and vegetative, whose tacit Voyces glorifie the Lord of their beings. But your better Knowledge (Worthy Sir) needs no illustration of her Excellencies from me, you having so long been Rector Chori. Knowing therefore not only your perfection in this Art, but your Zeale to defend it; I have presumed to present you with some of her Servants Endeavours, not snatcht up at randome, nor catcht at with an uncivill and rude hand, but gathered with a reverend and carefull collection, to avoyd offence and scandall. And if that Generall Good I ayme at therein shall acce [...]d my wishes, (being the Mutuall Society of Friends in a Modest Recreation) I have catch't the happinesse of my Desires; [Page] so being enricht by That, and your courteous patronizing of These, You and I'le sing.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] NOn nobis Domine, non no-bis, sed no-mi-ni tu—o da Glori-am, sed no-mi-ni tu-o da Glo-ri-am. Non no-bis, &c.

Yours, John Hilton.

In Praise of MUSICK.

[...]! Miraculous Rhethorick! that speak'st sence

[...] a Tongue! Excellent Eloquence!

[...] thee, in wild Beasts have been known,

[...] have lik'd thy Notes above their own:

How easie might thy Errours be excus'd,

Wer't thou as much belov'd, as th'art abus'd?

Yet although dull soules, thy Harmony disprove,

Mine, shall be fixt, in what the Angels love.

W. D.

To all Lovers of Musick.

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I Hold it needlesse to boast the Approbations that have been formerly given by Great Persons, both to testifie and augment, the Life and Honour of this liberall Science, the earthly solace of mans soule; and in particular, to delights of this Nature, such as you shall find in this small Volumne, which I dare stile Musicall, and in themselves sweet and harmonious, and full of harmelesse Recreation, and to all that love and understand Musick, the true sence and value of them will so appeare; of which I boast not, further then you shall please to judge. As for the Rounds, they have, and may shift for themselves; so might the Catches too [...] these Times, when Catches and Catchers were never so much in request; all kind of Catches are abroad; Catch that Catch may, Catch that Catch can, Catch upon Catch, [...] Caych it, and mine Catch it; And these Catches also, which I have now published by importunity of Friends, to be free for all mens catching; only my wishes are, that they who are true Catchers indeed, may catch [...]hem for their delight; and may they that desire to learne, catch them for their Instruction: But let those that catch at them with detraction (as that is a catching disease) catch only the fruits of their owne Envy. I am [...], they that cannot make better, cannot injure these, which your favourable Acceptance may make good to him that is your Friend,

JOHN HILTON.

Ad Lectorem.

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CAtches are Catches, be they better or worse,

And these may prove hopefull if not spoyl'd at Nurse:

It's therefore desired if any doe halt,

That the Iudicious may set right the Fault,

In time by this meanes, they may walke without Crutches,

And merrily please you for your Charge, which not much is.

A Table of Catches and Rounds in this Booke.

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AS there be three blew Beanes. pag. 3

Arme, arme, for our Ancient Foe. pag. 6

A pox on the Jaylor, and on his fat Gouls. pag. 29

A Boat, a Boat. pag. 71

Aske me why I doe not sing. pag. 75

Boy go down and fill the other quart. pag. 90

Boy go up and see what makes them mad. pag. 91

Come let us all a Maying go. pag. 13

Call George againe Boyes. pag. 14

Come, come away to the Taverne I say. pag. 15

Come follow, follow me. pag. 17

Come my hearts let's now be merry. pag. 18

Come follow, follow me, whether shall I follow pag. 22

Call for the Ale, stand or fall. pag. 33

Come let us cast the Dice. pag. 34

Come follow me merrily Lads. pag. 55

Coridon thou Swain, I am. pag. 61

Come hither Tom and make up three. pag. 62

Cuckooe, go neighbour help us. pag. 67

Call for the best, the house may ring. pag. 83

Come quaffe apace this brisk Canary Wine. pag. 86

Come pretty Maydens, what is't you buy. pag. 87

Come honest Friends and joviall Boyes: pag. 88

Call to the Parson, and let us go drink. pag. 89

Down in a Dungeon deep. pag. 28

Drink to Night if the Moon shines. pag. 35

Dainty fine Aniseed Water, fine. pag. 42

Ding, ding, ding, dong bell. pag. 66

Fill me my Wine in Christall. pag. 74

Goose Law'd with Goose. pag. 41

[Page]Good Susan be as secret. pag. 68

Good Symon how comes it your Nose looks so red. pag. 84

Here is an old ground. pag. 8

Here lies a woman, who can deny it. pag. 32

Hang sorrow and cast away care. pag. 39

Have you observ'd the Wench in the street. pag. 54

Have you any worke for a Tinker. pag. 56

How merrily looks the man that hath Gold. pag. 57

Here dwels a pretty Maid. pag. 63

He that reads this Verse. pag. 72

Hey hoe, hearts delight. pag. 79

H [...] we to the other World. pag. 93

Hey hoe, behold I will shew. pag. 96

Horse to trot, I say. ib.

Jenny she smiles on me. pag. 4

I poore and well, thou rich and ill. pag. 11

If you will drinke for pleasure. pag. 21

Ile go with thee my sweet Peggy. pag. 26

If we will drink Canary. pag. 33

I'le tell you of a Matter. pag. 42

I have lov'd the jolly Tankard. Mr. William Bird. pag. 70

If thou art my honest Friend. pag. 73

If any so wise is, that Sack he despises. pag. 82

Let Symons Beard alone. pag. 20

Let's cast away care, and merrily sing. pag. 37

Love in thy youth, faire Mayd be wise. pag. 69

Me thinks that I do heare. pag. 9

'Mongst all those pretious juces. pag. 10

Mony, mony, 'tis that only can. pag. 45

My Mistresse will not be content. pag. 49

My Lady and her Mayd upon a merry pin. pag. 64

March bravely on Boyes. pag. 80

Now that the Spring. Mr. John Hilton. pag. 1

Never let a man take heavily, the. pag. 38

Now I am married, Sir John I'le not curse. pag. 72

Now my Lads, now my Lads. pag. 77

Now we are met, let's merry be, in three Parts. pag. 94

O Ale ab Alend [...]. pag. 5

O Tom Bowles. pag. 19

O yes, O yes, if there be any. pag. 24

O Hick and Stephen. pag. 58

[Page]O the wily, wily Fox. pag. 59

Pratty Naun, bony Naun. pag. 25

Prepare your hearts for mirth. pag. 47

She that will eat her breakfast in. pag. 23

See how in gathering of their May. pag. 36

Shew a Roome, shew a Roome. pag. 44

Society the life of man. pag. 48

Stand still and listen if you heare with me. pag. 93

Turne Amarillis. pag. 2

The pretty Larke clyming. pag. 19

There was an old man at Waltham Crosse. pag. 31

The Wise men were but seaven. pag. 40

This chirping Glasse, let no good fellow. pag. 52

This Geere goes hard. pag. 53

'Tis Amarillis walking all alone pag. 65

The Silver Swan, who living. pag. 76

The bravest of Souldiers is the valiant Drinker. pag. 92

Welcome honest friend from East and West. pag. 12

We three Wills will drinke our fills. pag. 16

Welcome Patients, Doctour tell. pag. 25

What shall he have that kills the Deere. pag. 30

What are we met▪ come let's see. pag. 46

Will you buy a new merry Booke. pag. 50

We's au be dy wi dinking. pag. 77

Wilt thou lend me thy Mare. pag. 78

Wars are our delight. pag. 81

When ever I marry I'le marry a Mayd. pag. 85

You merry Poets old Boyes pag. 7

Yonder he goes takes Cornes. pag. 60

A Table of the Sacred Hymns and Canons in the latter Part of this Booke.

ALas poore heart. pag. 108

Arise and fall downe flat. pag. 112

Beati qui ad Coenam. pag. 99

Blesse them that curse you. pag. 114

[Page] Exaudi Domine. pag. 99

Gloria in Excelsis Deo. pag. 98

Gloria Patri. Mr. Nelham. pag. 100

Gloria Patri. Mr. Ellis. ib.

Gloria Patri 3. Voc. Mr. Deering. pag. 114

Gloria tribuatur Deo. 3. Voc. Mr. Brewer. pag. 116

Gloria Patri. 3. Voc. Mr. Barnwell. pag. 118

Gloria Patri. 3 Voc. Mr. Heardson. pag. 120

Haste thee O Lord. pag. 101

In te Domine. pag. 79

I am so weary of this lingring griefe. pag. 102

I wept and chastned my selfe. pag. 103

I charge ye O Daughters of Jerusalem. pag. 105

I am so weary of my groaning. pag. 108

Laudate Jehovam. pag. 98

Looke downe, O Lord, and pitty. pag. 110

Looke downe, O Lord, upon my bed rid soule. pag. 111

Let Musick be thy sweetest. ib.

Let me sleep this Night. pag. 109

Lift up your hearts. ib.

My soule, O Lord, shall trust. pag. 105

Non nobis Domine. pag. 97

Ora & Labora. pag. 99

Omne bonum. ib.

O Lord I lift my heart to thee. pag. 102

O Absolon, my son. pag. 103

O that my head were waters. pag. 104

O Lord Almighty. pag. 106

O pray for the peace of Jerusalem. pag. 108

Prostrate on my knees O Lord. pag. 112

Praise the Lord, O ye servants. pag. 113

Praise the Lord, O my soule. pag. 122

Regi Regis. pag. 98

She weepeth sore in the night. pag. 107

Sweet Jesu Christ thy Church keep. pag. 113

The sorrows of my heart. pag. 106

Thus saith the Preacher, all is vanity. pag. 107

Ʋt Relevet miserum Fatum. pag. 111

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] NOw that the Spring hath fild our veins with kind & active fire, & made green liveries for the Plains, & eve-ry Grove a Quire. Sing we this song with mirth & merry glee, and Bacchus crown the bowle, and here's to thee, & thou to me, and eve—ry thirsty soule. Share sheep that have them cry we still, but see that none escape to take of the Sherry that make us so merry, and plump as the lusty Grape.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] TUrne Amarillis to thy Swaine, thy Damon calls thee back againe. Here is a pretty, pretty pretty, Arbor by, where Apollo, where Apollo, cannot spy: there lets sit, and whilst I play, sing to my pipe a round delay.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] AS there be three blew Beans in a blew Bladder, and thrice three rounds in a long Ladder: As there be three nooks in a corner Cap, and three corners and one in a Map: Ev'n so like unto these, there be three Uni-versities, Oxford, Cambridge, and James. As there be, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] IEnny she now smiles on me, poore Willy kens no where to be; for now my joy mounts high up to the starry sky, but one frown coming from her angry eye, tumbles me down, tumbles me down, alack poor Willy, there lig I. Jenny, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] O Ale ab Alendo, thou Liquor of life, would I had a mouth as big as a Whale; but mine is too little to sound the least tittle, that belongs to the praise of a Pot of good Ale: although it will never be as big as I wish, yet still ile endeavour to drink like a Fish. O Ale, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] ARm, arm, arm, arm, for our antient Foe, clad in frost and snow, cold Winter now appears: Here is Wine and fire, on then brave boys, this will make him retire, if he dare come near; trust to Sack, not steele, what though it makes you Ree—le. twittle, twattle, fills another pottle. Arme, arme, arme, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] YOur merry Poets old boys of Aganippes wel, ful many tales have told boys, whose liquor doth excell, and how that place was haunted by those that lov'd good Wine, who tippl'd there and chaunted, & chaunted amongst the Muses nine, where still they cri'd, drinke cleere boyes, and you shall quickly, quickly, know it, that 'tis not lowzy Beere boyes, but Wine that makes a Po-et.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HEre is an old ground, here is an old ground: If right it be sung 'twill prove a round; then hold it true Dick, and sing your notes quick, quick for you'l finde a crafty trick, therefore sing your Notes quick, hold true your prick, then merrily we will agree, three parts in Uni-ty.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] ME thinkes that I doe heare the voyce of Chantecleer, the day begins to peepe, a-rise my Deare, Come a-way, come, come away, come, come away, make no delay, Apollo rideth post, my love is almost lost, a-lasse, alack, and well a day, was ever man thus croft? Me, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] MOngst all those pretious juces afforded for our uses, ther's none to be compar'd with Sack, for the body or the mind, no such Phisick you shall find; therefore see boy wee doe not lack: Wouldst thou hit a lofty straine, with this liquor warme thy braine, and thou Swaine shalt sing as sweet as Sidney; Or wouldst thou laugh and be fat, there's not any like to that, to make Jack Sprat a man of Kidney. [Page] [...]It is the soule of mirth to poore mortalls upon earth: It will make a Coward bold as Hector; Nay I [...]wager durst a Peece, that those merry God of Greece, dranke old Sack and cal'd it Nector. Mongst, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] I Poore and well, thou rich and ill, give me my health: O 'tis a Jewell, take thou thy wealth and buy the fewell.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] WElcome, welcome, honest Friends from East and West, that in this loving round thus sweetly move, sweetly, sweetly move: Though he that made this Song deserves it best, yet all are welcome, welcome, here, that Musick love, that Musick, Musick love: But if a-ny here doth Mu—sick hate, Musick hate, wo'd hornes or Asses ears, Asses ears grew to his pate, Asses ears grew to his pate. Welcome, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc. A Maying Catch.

[...] COme let us all a Maying go, and lightly, and lighly trip it too and fro: the Bells shall ring a, the Bells shall ring, and the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo sing, the Drums shall beat, the Fife shall play, and so wee'l spend our time a-way. Come let, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] CAll George againe boy, call George againe, and for the love of Bacchus call George a-gaine. George is a good boy and drawes us good Wine, then fill us more Clarret our wits to refine. George is a brave Lad, and an honest man, if you will know him, he dwels at the Swan.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme, come away, to the Taverne I say, for now at home 'tis washing day, leave your pritle pratle, and fill us a pottle, you are not so wise as Ar-ist—ot-le. Drawer come away, let's make it holy day, a-non, anon, anon, sir, what is't you say?

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] WE three Wills, will drink our fills, the Doctors pills, cures not more ills, then doth Call George up, give him his cup, 'tis but a sup, George take it up, now give your Sack, it purges well the belly, and strengtheneth the back. it Jack, it purges well the belly, and strengtheneth the back. Will boy, swill boy, the ground, the ground, the ground, runs round, fill boy, till boy, Turns Ro—und, like a M—ill boy, like a Mill boy, good boy. We three, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme follow, follow mee, come follow, follow mee, and we will to the Taverne go with mirth and merry glee: wee'l each man take his Cup, what ever us be-fall, and we will drinke all up, all up, and for another call: then let us merry be, be merry my noble hearts, for a cup of old Sherry will make us merry, and wee'l sing well our parts. Come, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme my hearts lets now be merry, laugh and sing, and drinke old Sherry, with a hey down a derry, with a hey down, hey down derry, with a hey, with a hoe, with a hey down, down, down derry, with a hey down derry.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] THe pretty Larke climing the welkin cleer, chaunts with a cheer, heer, peer, I neer my deer, then fall-ing thence, her fall she seems to rue, a due, she saith, a due deer, deer, a due, a due.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] O Tom Bouls, Tom Bouls, seest thou not how merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely, mer-re—ly: Ah how merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely: Ah this good, good, good, good, good, Ale trowles.

Mr. John Hilton

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] LEt Symons beard alone, alone, let Symons beard a-lone, 'tis no disgrace to Symons face, for hee had never one: then mock not, nor scoffe not, nor jeere not, nor fleere not, but ra—ther him be-moane. Let, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] IF you will drinke for pleasure, let each man take off his measure, a pint and bee gone, is enough for one, to drinke and pay of his treasure, but if more he wil call, let that, let that man pay for all. If you will, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow mee, whither shall I follow, fol-low, follow, whither shall I follow, follow thee? to the Gallow, gallow, gallow, to the gal—low, gallow tree

Wee have oft been Rogues together,

Now we must hang 'twixt winde and weather:

We have oft time nipt a Bung boy

Neatly, neatly, in a throng boy,

Neatly, neatly, neatly, neatly, neatly, neatly, in a throng boy.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] SHe that will eate her breakfast in her bed, and spend the morn in dressi-ng of her head, and sit at dinner like a Mayden Bride, and nothing doe all day, but talk of pride: Jove of his mercy may doe much to save her, but what a case is he in that shall have her.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] O Yes, O yes, O yes. If there be any man can tell wher's the best wine, at Dog, Sun, or Bell, let him come unto the Crier, quickly come, come quickly satisfie my desire: this washy beer lies heer, in my stomack every where, come, come, let's away to the Tavern I say a cup of rich Ca-nary, will make my heart full merry, come quickly sa-tis-fie my desire. O yes, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 4. Parts in two. A Dialogue Catch between two Doctours, and their Patients.

Doctors. [...]Welcome Patients, how affected, how affected: Oh it's a Feaver, drink or dy, or dy. Welcome, &c Patients. [...]Doctor tel what wil make a sick man wel, hot & dry: O it's a Feaver, drink or dy, drink or dy. Doctor tel, &c

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] PRatty Naun, bony Naun, const thoo leuf an Aude man, aged with griefe, neen but thoo const gif reliefe, pratty Naun, lettl bony Naun, foncy ma yf thoo con. Pratty, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc. A Northern Catch.

[...] I Se goe with thee my sweet Peggy, my Honny, fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, thous be welcome to me with thy mony, sing fa, la, la, la, la, la▪ then strike it up Piper, let's ha 'een a spring gid-feth sir, and that you's ha, hey ding, hey ding. Brase your Tabour, whilst we labour, fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, harke how the Drone, be—low a-lone doth Hum, [Page] [...]whilst my pigs ney cries fie, fie, fie, fie, I say no more but mum. Thou and I will foot it Joe, fa, la, [...]la, la, la, la, and what w'eel doe neene shall know, but taste the Juce of Bar-ly, wee'l sport all night for [...]our delight, and home in the morning early. [...]

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] DOwne in a Dungeon deepe, I heard a fearfull, fearfull noice, the Prisoners could not sleep, there were such Ro—ring boyes, they cri'd aloud, some To-bac-co and Sacko, Sacko, quickly, quickly, quickly, quick-ly, quickly boyes. Down, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] A Pox on the Jalor, and on his fat Goales, ther's liberty lies in the bottome of Bowles: A Fig for the Raskall, what e're he can do, his Dungeons are deepe, so are our Cups too: then drink we a health in dispight of our foes, and make our cold Irons cry clink in the close. A, &c

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] WHat shall hee have that kil'd the Deere, his leather skin and horns to wear, take you no scorn to wear a horn, it was a creast e're thou was borne, thy fathers father bore it, and thy father wore it, the horn, the horn, the lusty horne is not a thing to laugh to scorne. What shall hee, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc. A Catch within a Catch.

[...] THere was an old man at Walton crosse, who merrily sung when he liv'd by the losse, hey tro-ly, lo—ly, lo-ly, lo, hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo: He never was heard to sigh a hey ho, but sent it out with a hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo ly, lo, hey tro ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo. He chear'd up his heart when his goods went to wrack, with a hem, boys, hem, & a cup of old sack, hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo, hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo.

Mr. John Hilton

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HEre lies a woman, who can deny it, she dyed in peace, though lived unquiet: Her husband prays, if o're her grave you walk, you would tread soft, you would tread soft; for if she wake, for if she wake, she'l talk, tread soft, for if she wake she'l talk. Here, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] IF you wil drink Canary at the Paul head, let's meet old Harry ther's wine that will fright from the fearfull spright, the heavy cares of night, 'tis such as above they sip from the Palme of Jove.

Mr. William Lawes.

a. 4. Voc.

[...] CAll for the Ale stand or fall, we'le drink a health to the Fat-man, I would it were in Sack, though mony we lack, fill us to'ther Pot-man.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme let us cast the Dice who shal drink, mine is twelve, and his sice sink, six and foure is thine, and he threw nine: Come away sinke tray, sice ace faire play, quater dewce is your throw Sir, quater ace, they run low Sir, two dewces I see, dewce ace is but three. Oh where is the wine, come fill up his Glasse, for heere is the man hath thrown Ams Ace.

Mr. William Lawes

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] DRink tonight of the Moon-shine bright, and marke upon her border, some Rites to be done to Phebus the Sun, in trim and comely order: first that appear, are the Priests of the year, with their Sencors full of Wine, then Cintha bright in all her light, the Godess most Divine: And as they passe they drink and sing, all health and praise to Apollo their King, all health and praise to Apollo their King.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] SEe how in gathering of their May, each Lad and Lasse do kisse and play, do kisse loves hole, & play with loves hole, do kisse and play, do kisse and play, each thing doth smile as it would say, this is loves hole, loves Holyday, loves hole doe kisse, and play with loves hole, loves hole, loves Holyday, & while loves kindly fires doe sting, hark Philomell doth sweetly sing, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, doth sweetly sing. See, &c

Mr. William Lawes

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] LEts cast away care, and merrily sing, there is a time for every thing: he that playes at his work, or works in his play, neither keeps working▪ nor yet Holy-day: set bu—si-nesse aside, and let us be merry, and drown our dry thoughs in Ca-na ry and Sherry. Let's cast. &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] NEver let a man take heavily the clamour of his wife, but be rul'd by me, and lead a merry life, let her have her will in ev'ry thing, if she scolds, then laugh and sing hey derry, derry, derry ding. Never, &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HAng sorrow and cast away care, and let us drink up our Sack: They say 'tis good to cherish the blood, and for to strengthen the back: 'tis wine that makes the thoughts aspire, and fills the body with heat, besides 'tis good, if well understood, to fit a man for the feat: then call and drinke up all, the Drawer is ready to fill, a pox of care, what need we to spare, my father hath made his Will.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] THe Wise men were but seaven, nee'r more shall be for mee. The Muses were but nine. The Worthies three times three. And three merry boyes, and three merry boyes, and three merry boyes are wee. The Wise men, &c.

The Vertues they were seven, and three the greater bee;

The Caesars they were twelve, and the fatall Sisters three.

And three merry Girles, and three merry Girles are wee.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] GOose Law'd with Goose for Cosin Ganders Land, and Fox the Lawyer tooke the Cause in hand. Term being ended, Judgement did proceed, like Fooles they met, & Beggers they agreed: Then to dig, and delve, and plough, both went, to get by paine what Idly they had spent. Goose law'd, &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] DAinty fine A-niseed water fine, dainty content and your mony againe: See, here comes Robin Hermophradite, hot Waters he cries for his delight: he got a Child of a Maid, and yet is no man, was got with child by a man, and is no woman. Dainty fine, &c.

Mr. Will. Lawes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] ILe tel you of a mat-ter, if that you'l be content of a man that provok't his Maid to break [Page] [...]the Commandement. At first she was not willing, for shame to do the same, for twenty shillings, I vow [...]quoth she, I will not wrong my Dame: Thy Dame's a good old woman, but taketh no delight, for a [...]man that lieth by her side, must not touch her all the night. I'le tell, &c.

She's troubled with the Cramp,

Her Crupper bone is lame,

But the Maid cries out, pish, fie, away,

You must not wrong my Dame.

As soone as he had done it,

He tooke her in his arme,

My Hony, my Love, my turtle Dove,

Have I done you any harme?

Have I done you any hurt?

Hast thou done any shame?

We might have done thrice as much.

And never have wrong'd thy Dame.

Mr. Willam Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] SHew a Roome, shew a Roome, shew a Roome, heer's a Knot of good fellows are come that mean for to be merry, with Clarret and with Sherry, each man to mirth him-selfe disposes, and for the Reckning tell Noses, give the red nose some white, and the pale nose some Clarret, but the nose that lookes Blew, give him a cup of Sack, 'twil mend his hew. Shew a Roome, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] MO—ny, mony, mony, 'tis that only can give life to the soule of a man, what though some men of vaine beliefe, do other ayd, wish and implore, mony, mony, mony, mony, mony, mony, is the chiefe, give me but that I aske no more. Mony, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] WHat are we met, come lets see if here's enough to sing this glee, look about, count your number, singing will keep us from crazy slumber, 1.2. and 3. so many there be that can sing, the rest for wine may ring, here is Tom Jack & Harry, sing away & do not tarry, merrily now lets sing, carous & tiple, heres Bristow milk com suck this niple, ther's a fault sir, never halt sir before a Criple.

Mr. Thomas Holmes

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] PRepare your hearts for mirth, chant clear-ly as we may, this is the Muses birth, let us make Holy-day: See here they all are come no man shews discontent, but lively fill the room with honest mer-ri-ment, that the sweet Muses nine may know, and plainly see, our offrings at the Shrine is Love and Harmony. Prepare, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] SO—cie—ty the life of man, mer-ri-ly let every one take his Can, 'tis a health to each mans happinesse, or if you please to your Mistresse: Then drink about and make no Noice, pay for what we call, and still be pretious boyes. Society, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] MY Mistresse will not be content to take a jape, a jape, a jape, as Chaucer meant, but following still the womans fashion, allowes it, allowes it of the new trans-slation: Nor with the word she'l not dispence, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet I know she loves the sence.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] WIll you buy a New merry Booke, or a dolefull Ditty, then looke, here's a proper Ballet, most fit for the pallet of a chamber-maid that was over laid, which shee [...]u'th, 'tis cal'd a warning for youth: he tooke her 'bout the middle so small, he threw her downe, but that was not all, I should howl out-right, to tel of the rest, how this poor-a maid was over prest, therefore [Page] [...]quickly come and buy, and read for your penny, come my hearts, 'tis as good a Bargain as e're you had a- [...]ny: heer's no Sussex Serpent to fright you here in my Bundle, nor was it e-ver Printed for the Widdow [...] Trundle. Will you, &c. [...]

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] THis chirping glasse, let no good fellow passe, but take it and shake it, and never for-sake it, to thee, for I doe think thou'lt take thy drink, what man already doe you be-gin to shrinke, stand but this bout, and drink it out, alasse it will not be I see, he's slaine, give him a cup of rich Ca-na-ry, 'twil make him rise againe, no, 'tis in vaine, ding, dong, ding, dong bell, thus we ring his [Page] [...]Knell, by the force of old Ca—na—ry he fell, so Blade farewell. This, &c

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] THis geere goes hard, 'tis almost mar'd, 'tis driv'n so like a Cart, 'tis good in sight, then sing it right, or else you lose the other quart: I'le ne'r go out, but sing it right three times about, and friendly part. This geere, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HAve you observ'd the Wench in the street, she's scarce any Hose or Shooes to her feet, yet she is ve-ry merry, and when she cries she sings, I ha' hot Codlins, hot Codlins, or have you e-ver seene or heard the mortall with a Lyon Tawny beard, he lives as merrily as a-ny heart can wish, and still he cries, buy a Brish, buy a Brish, since these are merry, why should we take care, Musitions [Page] [...]like Camelians must live by the Ayre: then let's be Blith and bonny, and no good meeting Baulk, for when we [...]have no mo-ny, we shall finde Chalk. Have you observ'd, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme follow me merrily, merrily, Lads, come follow me merrily, ah, and we wil sing sol, fa, fa, sol, fa, fa, fa, sol, sol, fa, put sol before la, and fa af-ter me, sol, la, me, fa, me, la, me, fa. Come, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HAve you any worke for a Tinker Mistris, old Brasse old Pots, or Ketles, I'le mend them all with a Tink, terry tink, and never hurt your Mettles: First let me have but a touch of your Ale, 'twill steele me'gainst cold weather, or Tinkers Frees or Vintners Lees, or Tobaco chuse you whether: But of your Ale, your nappy Ale, I would I had a Ferkin; for I am old, and ve-ry, ve-ry cold, and never weare a Jer-kin. Have, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HOw mer—ri-ly looks the man that hath Gold, he seemeth but twenty, though three-score years old? How nimble the Bee that flieth about and gathereth hony within and without? But men without mony, and Bees without hony, are nothing better then Drones, Drones. How, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] O Hick and Stephen you'r welcome hither, let Neighbours Children hold to-gether: if thou dost love mee, as I doe love thee, how well shall we love one a-nother: Then let's be merry and drink about, and never part till all be out. O Hick, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] O The wily, wily Fox, with his many wily mocks, wee'l earth him if you'l but follow, and when that we have don't, to conclude this merry haunt, let us roundly whoope and hollow, prethee drink, prethee drink, prethee, prethee, prethee drink, that the Hunters may follow. O the, &c,

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] YOnder he goes takes Corns from your Toes, cures the Gout and all woes, call him hi-ther, his skill I will try, before he passe by, or sure I shall dy this weather: the re-ports of your fame sir, calls you againe sir; shew your skill, or shame your face ever. Yonder, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COridon, thou Swain, I am thy lovely Phillis, my love runs down amain to drink to thee my will is: once again fils a quart of Sack boy, and let us be full merry, for now my very back boy, with drinking of old Sherry, begins to crack boy: so Coridon my love, thy Phillis bids adue, till Powers from above do grant thee a new kind Turtle Dove.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] COme hither Tom, and make up three, and sing this Catch with me, though the tune be old, I dare be bold, 'tis good if we all agree: So now comes in my noble Jack, keep time upon his back, if he misse, I doe swear, I'le pull him by the ear, un-till I doe heare it crack: now listen to the Basse, for he will us disgrace; I feare the lout will first be out, he makes such an ugly face. Come, &c.

Mr. Cranford.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HEre dwells a pretty Mayd, whose name is Sis, you may come in and kisse: Her hole, her hole, her hole, her whole estate is seventeen pence a yeare, yet you may kisse, you may kisse, you may kisse, you may kisse her, if you come but neare. Here, &c.

Mr. Cranford.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] MY La-dy and her Mayd up-on a merry pin, they made a match at farting, who should the wager win. Jone lights three Candles then▪ and sets them bolt upright, with the first fart she blew them out, with the next she gave them light. In comes my La-dy then with all her might and maine, and blew them out, and in, and out, and in, and out againe. My La-dy, &c.

Mr. William Ellis.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] TIs Amarillis walking all a—lone, in her Garden making moan, in her Gar—den making moan for her Cor-ridon, that left her in the Grove dy—ing for love, like a poore di—stress-ed Dove, and then she with sighs and sobs, and grievous groans, sayd farewel most sweet, but un-kind Corri-don. 'Tis Amarillis, &c.

Mr. Thomas Brewer.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] TIng, ting. DIng, ding, ding, dong, bell: Ding, ding, ding, ding, dong, bell: Oh cru-ell Death, that stopt the breath of him I lov'd so well; a lack and well a—way, Tis a heavy day, as e—ver us befell: then for his sake, some order let us take, that we may ring his Knell: Ding, dong, ding, ding, ding, dong, bell: Ding, ding, ding, ding, dong, bell: Hark, hark, I heare the Bel-man [Page] [...]near, I heare the bell come tinging; goe Bel-man on before, and stand at the door, for now the Corse is [...]bringing; make ready all anon, that we may be gone, for all the Bels are ringing, Ding, dong. Ding▪ &c.

Mr. Stoner.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] CUckooe, go Neighbours helpe us to hedge in the Cuckoo, keep, keep, keep, O keep in the Cuckooe. Cuckooe, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] GOod Susan be as secret as you can, you know your Master is a jealous man; though thou and I doe mean no hurt, or ill, yet men take women in the worst sence still: and fear of horns more griefe in hearts hath bred, then wearing horns doth hurt a Cuckolds head. Good Susan, &c

Mr. William Webb.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] LOve in thy youth fair Maid, be wise, old Time wil make thee colder, and though each morning new arise, yet we each day grow colder: thou as heav'n art faire, and yong, thine eyes like twin stars shining. yet ere another day be sprung, all these will be de-clining. Then Winter comes with all his fears, and all thy sweets, thy sweets will borrow, too late then wilt thou shower thy tears, & I too late shall sorrow

Mr. William Webb.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] COme drink to mee, and I will drink to thee, to thee, and then shall wee full well agree. I have lov'd the jolly tankard ful seven winters, & more: I lov'd it so long till that I went upon the score. He that loves not the tankard, is no honest man, jj And he is no right soldier that loves not the can. Tap the canikin, toss the canikin, trole the canikin, turn the canikin. Hold good son, and fill us a fresh can, that we may quaffe [Page] [...]it round about from man to man, Come, &c.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] A Boat, a Boat, haste to the Ferry, for wee'l goe o-ver to be merry, to laugh and sing and drink old Sherry. A Boat, &c.

Mr. John Jenkins.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] NOw I am marri'd, Sir John I'le not curse: he joins us together for better for worse; but if I were single, I tell you plain, I would be ad-vis'd, e're I marri'd againe. Now I am, &c.

Mr. William Webb.

a. 4. Voc.

[...] HEe that reads this verse now, perhaps may have a lowring Sow, whose looks are nothing neare so bad, as is her tongue that makes him mad. Hee that, &c.

Mr. William Webb.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] IF thou art my honest friend, follow me, follow me, come follow, follow me, follow me, and we will sing this Catch, and we will sing this Catch to the end, with mirth and merry glee, with mirth and merry glee: But the third part comes in, what shall I doe then? Take thy Liquor off, and be—gin agen. If thou art, &c.

To be sung with foure Voyces, the fourth Voyce, coming in, at take thy Liquor off, and begin againe, and so round.

Mr. William Webb.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] FIll me my Wine in Christall, thus, and thus, I see't in's pu-ris na [...]tu—ra—li-bus un -mixt, I love to have it smirk, smirk, smirk, and shine, 'tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throt—tle wine, what road man's he, that when it sparkles so will coole his flames, or quench his fires with snow. Fill me, &c.

Mr. William Webb.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] ASke me why I doe not sing to the tension of the string as I did, as I did not long ago, when my numbers, when my numbers full did flow: Griefe (ah mee) hath struck my Lute, and my tongue, and my tongue at one time mute. Aske me. &c.

Mr. William Webb.

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a. 4. Voc.

[...] THe silver Swan, who living had no Note, till Death approcht, unlockt her silent throat, leaning her brest against the Reedy Shore, thus sung her first and last, and sung no more, farewell all joyes. Oh Death come close mine eyes, more Geese then Swans now live, more fooles then wise. The silver, &c.

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a. 4. Voc. A Northern Catch.

[...] WEe's au be dy wi dinking, wee's au be dunke wi d [...]nking, gan we gang on as we begun, wée's au be slay wi dinking. Wée's, &c.

Mr. Henry Lawes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] NOw my Lads, now my Lads, now let's be merry: here is old Charingo, Syder, and Perry; then let us dance and sing, hey down, down derry. Now my Lads, &c.

Mr. Henry Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] WIl't thou lend me thy Mare to ride a mile? No, she's lame going over a Stile. But if thou wilt her to me spare, thou shalt have mony for thy Mare. Oh, say yee so, say ye so, mony will make my Mare to go, mony will make my Mare to go. Wilt thou, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HEy hoe, hey hoe, hearts delight, strong Ale is good in Winter; doe a faire Maid up-on a Brasse Pot, and the Child will prove a Tinker, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tera tink, tink, tink, tera, re-ra rink, tink, tink, tink. Hey hoe, &c.

Mr. John Cobb.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] MArch bravely on boyes, never be dismayd, our E-nemies are gone boyes, & are well apayd; let them away, since that we have got the day, we have time for to drink, and wash the brain. Now Soldiers come below, shew your valour here, see, heer's Wine & Beer, (that will chear) come boys, come away, drink all round without de-lay, this Liquor will our healths maintain. Beat up Alarum we the field have won, [Page] [...]sound out our Trumpets, Oh bravely done! Now all our Foes are shot and slaine, wee'le never to the [...]Wars againe. March bravely, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 6. Voc.

[...] WWars are our delight, we drinke as we fight, tarra, ra, ra, ra, dub a dub, dub a dub, dub, bounce, tantarra, ran, tan, tan. Wars, &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] IF a—ny so wise is that Sack he dispises, let him drink his smal beer and be so-ber, whil'st we drink Sack, and sing as if it were Spring, he shall droop like the trees in Octo-ber: But be sure o—ver night if this dog do you bite, you take it henceforth for a warning, soon as out of your bed, to settle your head, take a haire of his tayle in the mor-ning, and be not so sil-ly to fol-low old Lilly, for [Page] [...]there's nothing but Sack that can tune us; let his ne-assuescas be put in his cap case, and sing bi-bi—to vi- [...]-num Je-ju-nus. If a-ny, &c.

Mr. William Child.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] CAll for the best the house may ring Sack, White, & Clarret: Let them bring, and drink apace, & drink apace, while breath you have, while breath you have, you'l find but cold drink in the Grave. Call for, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] GOod Symon, how comes it your nose looks so red, and your cheeks and lips looke so pale: Sure the heat of the Toast, your nose did so roast, when they were both sous't in Ale: It shows like the spire of Pauls. Steeple on fire, each Ruby darts forth (such lightning) flashes, while your face looks as dead, as if it were Lead and cover'd all o're with Ashes: Now to heighten his colour, yet fill his pot, fill [Page] [...]his pot fuller, and nick it not so with froth: Gra—mercy mine Host, it shall save thee a Toast, sup Symon [...]for here is good Broth· Good Symon.

Mr. William Howes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] WHen e—ver I marry, I'le marry a Maid, I'le marry a Maid, for Widdows are wilfull, for Widdows are wilfull, and will be obey'd. When, &c.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme quaffe apace this brisk Canary Wine, better then that the high, the high priz'd Lesbyan Vine, or fat Falernum shows, this who chuses, dips in the true, true Fountain of the Muses: sinke here all care with mirth wee'l fill the Scean, and like mad Greekish Gods pisse Minta [...]yne. Come quaffe, &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme pretty Maydens, what is't you buy? See what is't you lack? if you can finde a Toy to your minde, be so kind, view the Pedlars pack: Here be Laces and Masks for your faces, Corall, Jet, and Amber, Gloves made of thread, & toys for your head, and rich Perfumes for a La—dies Chamber. Come and buy, come buy for your loving Hony, some pretty Toy to please the Boy, I'le sell it you worth your mony. Come, &c.

Mr. John Jenkins.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] COme honest friends and jo—viall boys, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, & sing this Catch merry, merri-ly jo—viall boys and honest friends, follow, follow me, come follow, follow me, come follow me, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch merry, merry—ly, honest friends come fol- [Page] [...]low me jo-vi—all boys, come follow, follow me, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, sing this [...]Catch, merry, merri—ly. Come honest friends, &c.

Mr. Symon Ives.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] CAll to the Parson, the Parson, & let us goe drink some red Cowes milk, ho brave Boys, or Sack of the best, then glide to the Chappel of rest, where our Song shal on-ly be drink thou to mee, and I to thee, & then.

Dr. John Wilson.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] BOy go down, and fill the tother quart that we may drink the Captains health before that we depart, make haste and come away, for here we must not stay, be nimble then you Knave wee'l meet another day, O do not frown you arrant Clown, when we cry. Boy go down, &c.

Mr. Symon Ives.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] BOy go up and see what makes them mad, they throw my stools, like drunken fools as mony none they had, be nimble then, they'l meet another day, and then they all shall know what they left to pay: Speak them fair thou Clown, pray them all come down. Boy go up, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] THe bravest of Souldiers is the Va-liant drinker, he never was shrinker that did line his Helmet with rich Wine, nothing harms him, 'tis the Fu-ell not his Armour, Then a Cruice of lusty Juice. Third Part. Liquor charms him, of a Du-ell, keepes him warmer, then a Cruice of lusty Juice. The bravest, &c.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] STand still and listen if you hear with me Anthony Markes on his stump, I sweare if in this Vault he rests his bones, his spi-rit walks & charms these stones. Stand, &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

a. 4. Voc.

[...] HA we to the o-ther World, where 'tis thought they very merry be, there the man in the Moon drinks Claret, a health to thee and mee. Ha we, &c.

§

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

[...] NOw we are met, let's merry, merry bee, for one halfe houre, with mirth and glee, to re—create our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are, &c.

Mr. Symon Ives.

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a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

[...] NOw we are met let's merry, merry bee, for one halfe houre, with mirth and glee, to re—create our Spi-rits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are, &c.

Mr. Symon Ives.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

[...] NOw we are met, let's merry, merry bee, for one halfe houre, with mirth and glee to re—cre—ate our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are

Mr. Symon Ives.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] HEy hoe, behold, I will shew a Pye or Par-rate, chuse you whether. Now he prattles, look hoe, then we may both shake hands together. Thou pratest like a Cuckooe, then we may both shake hands together. Hey hoe, behold, &c

Mr· Thomas Pierce.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] HOrse to trot, to trot, I say, Amble & Amble, & make a stay, & Gallop, a Gallop, a Gallop away.

Mr. Thomas Pierce.

FINIS.

Sacred HYMNS & CANONS, For three or foure Voyces.

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a. 3. Voc. A Cannon in the 4. and 8. below.

[...]NOn nobis Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da Gloriam, sed (repeat) Gloriam. Non, &c. Non, &.

a. 3. Voc. A Cannon in the 5. and 9. rising a Note each time.

[...] IN te Do-mi-ne spe—ra-vi. In te, &c. In te, &c. In te, &c.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. and 4. below.

[...] GLoria in excelsis Deo, gloria in exelsis Deo, gloria in excel-sis Deo, in ter-ra pax & hominibus bona voluntas, bona voluntas. Gloria, &c.

Mr. William Lawes.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 4. and 8. below.

[...] REgi Regis, Regi Re—gis, Regum Ar—ca—na cano Regi, &c.

Mr. Henry Lawes.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] LAudate Je—ho—vam omnes Gentes, quia in-ca-les-cit er-ga nos amor ejus.

Mr. Henry Lawes

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. & in the Unison.

[...] BE—a—ti qui ad coenam nupti—a—rum, nuptiarum Agni, vo-ca-ti sunt, vo-ca-ti sunt.

Mr. John Cobb.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and 4. below, rising a Note every time.

[...] ORa & la-bo-ra. Ora, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and the 4. below, rising a Note every time.

[...] OMne bonum De-i do—num, do—num. Omne, &c.

M. J. Hilton.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] EXaudi Do—mi—ne, O-ra—ti-onem me—um. Exaudi

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] GLo—ri—a Patri & Fi-li—o & Spiri—tu-i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & sem—per, & in se-cu-la se—cu-lo-rum, A—men. Glo—ri-a, &c.

E. Nelham

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] GLo-ri-a Patri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ri-tu-i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & sem-per, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum, A-men, A—men. Glori-a, &c.

Mr. Will. Ellis.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] HAste thee O Lord, make haste with speed, and help me in this time of need, my soule doth sinke, my forces faile, my wearied arms cannot prevaile, the waters flow so fast, that I can scarcely cry, help me O Lord, help me O Lord, or else I drown and dye. Haste thee, &c.

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a. 3. Voc.

[...] I Am so wea-ry of this lingring grief, some speedy help I faint and dye, some speedy help I faint and dye, in brief, to live and languish thus without reliefe. I am so, &c. I am so &c.

Mr. Thomas Ford.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. below the 8. above.

[...] O Lord I lift my heart to thee, my soule in thee doth ever trust: O let me not confounded but make me righteous, but make me righteous with the just. O Lord, &c.

Mr. Thomas Ford.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] O Abso-lon, O Ab-solon, my son, my son Abso-lon; O Absolon, my son, my son, O Absolon, my son, my son; would God I had dy'd, would God I had dy'd, would God I had dy'd for thee. O Absolon, &c.

Mr. Henry Lawes.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] I Wept, & chastned my selfe with fasting, and that was turn'd to my reproofe. I, &c.

Mr. Henry Lawes.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] OH that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep, that I might weep, that I might weep day and night for the slain, for the slain of the Daughters, of the Daughters of my people, the slain of the Daughters of my people. Oh that, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison

[...] BLesse them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that hurt you. Blesse, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] I Charge yee O Daughters of Je-ru-sa-lem, Je-ru-sa—lem, by the Roes, & by the Hinds of the field, the field, that ye stir not up, nor waken my Love, my Love un—till shee please. I charge, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] MY soule O Lord shall trust in thee and still for mer—cy cry, pec—ca—vi, pec-ca-vi, pec-ca—vi, mi—se—re—re me—i, mi—se—re—re me-i. My soule, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] THe sorrows of my heart are inlarged: O, O bring my soule out off trouble; looke on mine adversity and misery, and forgive me all my sins. The sorrows, &c.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] O Lord Almighty▪ O God of Is—ra—el, the soule that is in trou—ble, and the spirit that is vex—ed, cryeth un—to thee. O Lord, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison

[...] SHe weepeth sore in the night, & her tears are on her cheeks, her Priests sighs, & her Virgins are afflicted, and a-mong all her Lovers shee hath none to comfort her. She weepeth &c.

Mr William Lawes.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] THus saith the Preacher, all is Va-ni-ty un-der the Sun: All is Va-ni-ty, va-ni-ty of va-ni-ty under the Sun; Va-ni-ty, all is va-ni-ty of va-ni-ty under the Sun. Thus saith the, &c.

Mr. Nelham.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] Alasse poor heart, troubled and crost, thou art here below, vext to the heart, and tumb—led and tost thou art, but comfort still God send, and so an End. Alas, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above & 4. below, A Sembreeffo after one another.

[...] O Pray for the peace of Je-ru-sa-lem, they shall prosper that love thee. O pray for, &c.

Mr. John Cobb.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] I Am weary of my groaning, every night wash I my bed and water my Couch with my tears.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

Mr W. Webb.

[...] LEt me sleepe this night a way till the dawning of the day, till the dawning of the day; then at the opening of mine eyes, at the opening of mine eyes, I and all the world shall rise, I and all the world shall rise. &c.

a. 3 Voc. A Canon in the 5. and 8. rest a Minu [...], each after other. The Tenor begins.

[...] LIft up your hearts and rejoyce, praise the Lord with chearfull voice, Christ our Captaine and our Head, he is risen from the dead. Lift, &c. Lift, &c▪ Lift, &c. Lift, &c.

Mr. Symon Ives.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] LOok down, O Lord, and pitty, pitty my distresse, heare and have mercy, Oh re-lease, release me I pray thee from my griefe, and send me now at last reliefe, then will I sing Ha—le—lu-jah, Ha-le—lu-jah, Ha—le—lu-jah, Ha—le-lu-jah, when thou shalt bring me from the grave, and me from trouble save, then whilst I live, due [...] I'le give, Ha—le-lu-jah, Ha—le-lu-jah, Ha-lelu—jah. Look, &c.

Mr. John Cobb.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] LOok downe O Lord upon my bed-rid soule that turnes, and turnes, but findes all rests con—troule: Speake Lord, thy talke shall make me rise and walke. Looke down, &c.

Mr. Thomas Ford.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. and the 9. rising a Note every time.

[...] LEt Musick be thy sweetest pleasure. Let Musick, &c.

Mr. William Smegergill, alias Caesar.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and the 4 below, rising a Note every time.

[...] VT RElevet MIserum FAtum SOLi-tumque LAborem. ƲT, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

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a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] PRostrate on my knees, O Lord, I will call up-on thy name ear-ly in the morn-ning, and likewise in the E—ve-ning, still prai—sing thee, for thy pow-er is on earth, as it is in Hea-ven, Lord be thou my comfort, Lord be thou my comfort. Prostrate, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] Arise, & fal down flat, & quickly to him say, I am thy son, O save me Lord, that erst did go astray. A

Mr. John Hilton

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] SWeet Je-su Christ thy Church keep sound,, those bloudy, bloudy E-domits to con-found, that cries down, down, down, down, down, down with it to the ground. Sweet, &c.

Mr. John Hilton.

a. 3. Voc.

[...] PRaise the Lord, O yee servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord, blessed be the name of the Lord for e—ver-more, Praise, &c.

Mr. William Ellis.

§

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

[...]GLo-ri-a Pa-tri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ri-tu—i Sancto, & Spi-ri-tu-i Sanct—o, si-cut e-rat in prin-ci—pi-o, & nunc, & sem—per, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A men, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A-men, se-cu-lorum, A—men, se-cu-lo rum, A—men.

Mr. Deering.

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a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

[...]GLo-r-i Pa-tri & Fi li-o & Spi ri—tu-i Sanct—o, & Spi-ri-tu-i Sanct—o, si-cut e-rat in prin—ci-pi-o, & nunc, & sem—per, & in se-cu-la se-cu—lo—rum, Amen, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum, A—men, se-cu—lo-rum, Amen, se-cu-lorum, Amen.

Mr. Deering.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

[...] GLori-a Pa—tri & Fi-li—o & Spi-ritu-i San—cto, & Spi-ri—tu-i Sancto, si-cut e—rat in prin-cipi o, & nunc, & sem— —per, & in se—cu-la secu-lo—rum, A—men, & in se-cu-la seculorum, Amen, se-cu—lorum, Amen, se culorum, Amen

§

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

[...]GLo-ri—a tri-bu-a-tur Deo, tri-bu-a-tur Deo, tri-bu-a-tur De—o, Patri laus, & Fi-li—o, & Spiritu-i Sanct-o, & Spiritu-i Sancto, Spi-ri-tu-i Sanct—o, & Spiri-tu-i Sancto.

Mr. Thomas Brewer.

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a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

[...]GLori-a tribu-a-tur Deo, tribu-a-tur Deo, tribu—a—tur, tri—bu-a-tur De-o, Patri laus, & Fi li-o, & Spiritui Sanct-o, & Spiritui Sanct-o, & Spiritui Sancto, & Spiritui Sancto, & Spiritui Sancto.

Mr. Thomas Brewer.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

[...]GLo-ri-a tri-bu—atur Deo, tri-bu-atur De-o, De-o, Patri laus, & Fi-li-o, & Spiri-tu—i Sancto, & Spiritu-i Sancto, & Spi-ri-tu-i Sancto, & Spiritu-i Sanct—o, & Spiri-tu-i Sanct—o.

Mr. Thomas Brewer.

§

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

[...] GLo—ri-a Pa—tri & Fi—li—o & Spiri-tu-i Sanct—o, sicut e-rat in principi—o, & nunc, & sem-per & in secu-la secu-lorum, seculorum, Amen, secu-lorum, A—men.

Mr. Barnwell.

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a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

[...] GLo—ri-a Patri & Fi-li-o & Spiri—tu-i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & semper, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A—men, se-cu-lorum, Amen.

Mr. Barnwell.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

[...]GLo—ri-a Pa—tri & Fi—li—o & Spi-ri—tu-i Sanct—o, si-cut e-rat in princi—pi— -o, & nunc, & semper, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum, Amen, se-cu-lorum A—men.

Mr. Barnwell.

§

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a. 3. Voc. CANTUS.

[...]GLo-ri-a Pa—tri & Fi-li—o & Spi—ri—tu-i Sanct—o, & Spi—ri-tu-i Sanct—o, si-cut e—rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & sem—per, & in se—cu-la, & in se-cu-la se-cu lo-rum, Amen, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum A—men, se-cu-lorum Amen.

Mr. Tho. Heardson.

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a. 3. Voc. TENOR.

[...]GLo-ri-a Pa—tri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ri-tu—i Sancto, & Spi-ri—tu—i Sancto, si-cut erat in prin-cipi-o, & nunc, & sem—per, & in se-cu-la, & in se-cu-la, & in se-cu-la se cu—lorum, Amen, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A-men, se-cu-lo rum, Amen.

Mr. Tho. Heardson.

a. 3. Voc. BASSUS.

[...]GLori-a Pa-tri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ritu—i Sancto, & Spiri-tu—i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in prin-ci—pi—o, & nunc, & sem —per, & in secu-la & in se—cula seculorū, Amē, & in secula si culorum, A-men, seculorum A-men.

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a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison.

[...] PRaise the Lord, O my soule, whilst I live, whilst I live, will I praise the Lord, yea as long as I have a-ny beeing, yea as long as I have a-ny beeing, I will sing praises, I will sing praises un—to my God, I will sing praises un-to my God. Praise the, &c.

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Ʋnison.

[...] HA-le-lu-jah, Ha-le—lu-jah, Hale-lujah, Ha-le—lu—jah. Ha-le-lu-jah, &c.

Mr. John Cobb.

FINIS.

Errata's of the Notes and other mistakes in this Booke, are heere marked with this Character ˘ overhead, and the Page and Line set downe where they are, the which you are desired to mend with your Pen.

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Page 26. l. 4. | [...]Droan be-&c. | Page 31. l. 2. | [...]But sent it, &c. | Page 89. l. 3. | [...]Red Cows, &c.
Page 102. Set the Moniter here. | [...]O Lord &c. | Page 105. l. 1. | [...]O Daughters, &c. | Page 105. l. 4. | [...]Pec—ca—vi, &c.
Page 111. Set the Moniter here. | [...]Turns, &c· | Page 111. l. 4. | [...]La—bo-rem, &c. | Page 115. l. 2. | [...]Sem—per, &c.

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Catch that catch can, or, A choice collection of catches, rounds & canons for 3 or 4 voyces collected & published by John Hilton ...

Hilton, John, 1599-1657.

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1652

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— Catch that catch can, or, A choice collection of catches, rounds & canons for 3 or 4 voyces collected & published by John Hilton ..., Hilton, John, 1599-1657., Playford, John, 1623-1686?.

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Printed for John Benson & John Playford ...,. London :: 1652.. (A collection of canons, catches and rounds by Hilton, together with similar compositions by 21 other composers.) (Errata: p. [1] at end.) (Reproduction of original in Folger Library.)

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