The SECOND BOOK of the Pleasant Musical Companion: BEING A New Collection of Select Catches, Songs, and Glees, for Two and Three Voices.

The Second Edition, Corrected and much Enlarged.

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LONDON, Printed for John Playford near the Temple Church, or at his House over against the Blue-Ball in Arundel-Street, 1686.

PREFACE.

OF this Second Volume of the Musical Companion a small Impression was Printed and Published above two Years since, of which I have a considerable Number yet remaining, it being not so compleat and well done to my mind as I could have wish'd afterwards, and being not printed in a Volume to joyn with the First Book. These Reasons did hasten me sooner than I intended to a Second Edition, and to leave out several of those Catches not suitable to the pre­sent Mode, and to add many new ones; and also, in the last Part of this Book I have joyned many new Songs for Two Voices, never before printed; and also some old reviv'd Songs sometime sung at the Theaters: All which, I doubt not, but to many Judicious Lovers of Musick will be very acceptable; having herein taken no small Pains and Care to have True Copies from the Composers, and truly printed, upon which account I also Recommend my First Volume, entituled, The Musical Companion, tho' published ten Years since, which is a very excellent Maga­zine of Vocal Musick, containing four several Varieties of Musick in one compleat Volume, viz. In the first Part, 100 Choice Select Catches; in the second Part, 6 Dialogues, and 33 Songs and Ayres for two Voices, Cantus and Bassus; the third Part contains 60 Songs and Ayres for three Voices, Cantus, Medius, and Bassus; in the fourth and last Part are 12 Songs and Ayres for four Voices, Cantus, Medius, Tenor, and Bassus: All which are contained in one Volume, and the Parts so printed, that the several persons may sing their Parts out of that one Book. These two Volumes contain most of the choicest Catches and Songs, which have been Composed by most of the eminent English Masters for above this 30 Years last past, wherefore I leave these as my Vltimum Vale of this kind of Musick, and heartily wish, That they may prove useful and pleasant to all true Companions and Lovers of Vocal Musick.

John Playford.

An Alphabetical Table of the Catches and Rounds for Three and Four Parts, in this Book.
Note: Those Catches that are marked thus ☞ were not printed before.

A. Number.
  • ALtho' jolly Tom, great Fame thou hast won 18
  • A Health to the Nut-brown Lass 27
  • As I went over Tawny Marsh 33
  • A Hogshead was offer'd to Bacchus his Shrine 56
B.
  • Be gone old Care, and I prethee be gone from me 13
  • ☞ Be jolly my friend for the money we spend 15
C.
  • ☞ Come fill all the Glasses 5
  • ☞ Come let us drink, and never think 36
  • Come my Hearts, how are you inclin'd 41
  • Come my pretty Wenches more nimble than Eels 51
  • Come my Hearts, play your parts 53
D.
  • ☞ Drink on, 'till Night be spent 3
F.
  • ☞ Full Bags, a brisk Bottle, and a beautiful Face 4
  • Fy! nay! prethee John! do not quarrel, Man, 10
  • From twenty to thirty, good night, and good morrow 58
G.
  • God preserve His MAJESTY 23
  • Good indeed! the Herb's good Weed. [On Tobacco.] 64
H.
  • Hark, the bonny Christchurch Bells 1
  • Here's that will challenge all the Fair 7
  • ☞ Here's the Rarities of the whole Fair 8
  • ☞ Honest Ralph was a Merchant's man 11
  • Had she not care enough of the old man 38
  • How happy a thing were a Wedding 40
  • Here lyeth Simon, cold as Clay 45
  • Have you not in a Chimney seen, a Fagot that is moist 47
I.
  • ☞ I would I were in my Father's Mill 16
  • Joan Easie got her a Nag and a Sledge 19
  • Joan has been gallopping 20
  • I'le tell my Mother, my Jenny cries, 25
  • John ask'd his Landlady, thinking no ill 28
  • Joan, Joan, for your part, you love kissing 31
  • ☞ I have lost my dear Dy╌na, therefore will I cry 39
  • I lay with an old man all the night 54
  • If all true Friends of good Liquor now 61
L.
  • ☞ Let us love and drink our Liquor 50
  • Let Chrystal White-wine chear the drowzy mind 55
M.
  • My Wife has a Tongue as good as e're twang'd 60
O.
  • Once I did see a Maid with a Basket 26
  • Once in our lives let's drink to our Wives 35
Q.
  • Quoth the Thatcher to his man 48
S.
  • Strange News from the Rose boys 46
  • Sing merrily now my Lads, here's a Catch 62
T.
  • [Page]The Crab of the Wood is Sawce very good 9
  • Tom Jolly's Nose I mean to abuse 17
  • This Gallopping Joan I conclude 21
  • ☜ Tom Tory told Titus, the Whigs did design 34
  • 'Tis easie to force to the water your Horse 49
  • The Hart he loves the high Wood 52
  • There's an odd sort of Liquor new come 63
V.
  • ☜ Vnder this Stone lies Gabriel John 7
  • ☜ Vnder a green Elm, lies Luke Shepherd's Helm 30
  • Vds nigs, here ligs John Diggs, and Richard Digger, 59
W.
  • When Judith had laid Holifernes in bed 2
  • ☜ When a Woman that's Buxom 12
  • Who comes there? stand, and come before the Constable, 14
  • ☜ Well rung Tom-boy, Ding-dong 29
  • ☜ Would you know how we meet o're our jolly full Bouls, 32
  • ☜ Will you go by water Sir? I'm the next Sculler 65
  • Wine in a morning makes us frolick and gay 66
  • ☜ Well play'd Stephen! he that love a Parson's Wife, 67
Y.
  • Young John the Gard'ner having lately got 22
  • Ye Cats that at midnight spit Love at each other 24
  • You may talk of brisk Claret 57

A Table of the Last Part of this Book, containing Choice Merry Songs for Two Voices, and some for Three Voices.
Note: Those with this mark ☞ were not printed before.

  • Number.
  • ☜ Come Jack, come tipple off your Wine 1
  • ☜ The Delights of the Bottle 2
  • Away with the causes of Riches and Cares 3
  • ☜ If I live to be old. (The Old-man's Wish.) 4
  • We live in Woods, we live in Groves 5
  • Old Chiron thus preach'd to his Pupil Achilles 6
  • ☜ What ayles the old Fool, why dost thou not drink 7
  • Come lay by all Care, e'ne let her go 8
  • ☜ One night, scarce had the weary'd Sun 9
  • ☜ How great are the Blessings of Government made 10
  • The Storm is all over. [Rebels routed in the West.] 11
  • ☜ When Teucer from his Father fled, and from the shore 12
  • Tho' my Mistress be fair, yet froward she's too 13
  • Saccharissa's grown old, and almost past sport 14
  • ☜ A Song on the downfall of Charing-Cross. (3. voc.) 15
  • Mortali che fate. (An Italian Ayre. 3 voc.) 16
  • ☜ A poor Soul fate sighing near a Ginger-bread stall, 17
  • The Infallible Doctor. 18
  • ☜ The Cambridge Milk-maids Health. 19
  • ☜ Sir Eglamore that valiant Knight. (3 voc.) 20
  • A Tavern Song, called, The Hectors of Holborn. 21
  • ☜ The Song of John Dory, (3 voc.) First Part.
  • ☜ Another Song to the same Tune. Second Part.
    • 22
  • ☜ A Song made on the Power of Women. 23
  • ☜ A Song in Praise of the Dairy-maid. 24
  • The Song of Tom-a-Bedlam, as sung in the Theater. 25
  • ☜ The Banditte Song, in the Play of Henry the Fourth. 26
FINIS.

A Catalogue of MƲSICK Books Printed for John Playford, near the Temple Church.

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Choice Ayres, Song, and Dialogues, being most of the newest Songs sung at Court, and at the publick Theaters; composed by several Gentlemen of His Majesty's Musick, in Five several Volumes in Folio.

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[Upon Christchurch Bells in Oxford.]

A. 3. Voc.

1 [...] HArk! the bonny Christchurch Bells, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6; they sound so woundy great, so [...] wond'rous sweet, and they troul so mer╌ri╌ly, mer╌ri╌ly. Hark! the first and second Bell, that e╌ve╌ry day at [...] Four and Ten, cries, Come, come, come, come, come to Pray'rs, and the Virger troops be╌fore the Dean: [...] Tinkle, tinkle, ting, goes the small Bell at Nine, to call the Beerers home; but the Dev'l-a-Man will [...] leave his Can, till he hears the mighty Tom.

[Judith and Holifernes.]

A. 3 Voc.

2 [...] WHen Judith had laid Ho╌li╌fer╌nes in Bed, she pull'd out his Falchion, and cut off his Head; the [...] reason is plain, he'd have made her his Whore, so she cut off his Head as I told you before, as I told you before▪

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

3 [...] DRink on, drink on, drink on, 'till Night be spent, and Sun do shine, did not the Gods give [...] anxious Mortals Wine, to wash all Care, to wash all Care and Trouble from the Heart? why then so soon, [...] why then so soon shou'd Jo╌vial Fel ╌lows part? Come let this Bumper, let this Bumper for the [...] next make way, who's sure to live, who's sure to live, and drink a╌no╌ther day.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

4 [...] FUll Bags, a brisk Bottle, and a beau╌ti╌ul Face, are the three greatest Blessings poor Mortals em╌brace; but, alas! we grow Muck-worms if Bags do but fill, and a bon╌ny gay Dame of╌ten ends in a [...] Pill: Then hey for brisk Claret, whose Pleasures ne're wast, by a Bumper we're rich, and by two we are chast.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

5 [...] COme fill all the Glasses, un╌til they run o're, for Wine is the Mistress we ought to [...] a╌dore; since Women are fickle fan╌ta╌sti╌cal Toys, fit on╌ly for Fools and ignorant Boys: 'Tis [...] Wine, pure Wine, brisk Wine alone, gives Mirth, and makes us mer ╌ry Boys.

[An old Epitaph.]

A. 3. Voc.

6 [...] UNder this Stone lies Ga╌bri╌el John, in the year of our Lord, One thousand and one; [...] cover his Head with Turf or Stone, 'tis all one, 'tis all one, with Turf or Stone, 'tis all one: Pray for the [...] Soul of gen╌tle John, if you please you may, or let it alone, 'tis all one.

[The Humours of Bartholomew Fair.]

A. 3. Voc.

7 [...] HEre's that will challenge all the Fair, come buy my Nuts and Damsons, my Bur╌ga╌my Pear; [...] here's the Whore of Ba╌by╌lon, the De ╌vil and the Pope, the Girl is just a going on the Rope: [...] Here's Dives and La╌za╌rus, and the World's Creation, here's the Dutch Woman, the like's not in the Nation; [...] here is the Booth where the tall Dutch Maid is, here are Bears that dance like a ╌ny Ladies: [...] To╌ta, to╌ta, tot, goes the lit╌tle Pe╌ny Trumpet, here's your Jacob Hall that can jump it, jump it; [...] sound Trumpet, sound, a sil╌ver Spoon and Fork, come here's your dainty Pig and Pork.

[Second Part of Bartholomew Fair.]

A. 4. Voc.

8 [...] HEre is the Ra╌ri╌ties of the whole Fair, Pimper-le Pimp, and the wise Dancing Mare; here's valiant [...] St. George and the Dragon, a Farce, a Girl of Fifteen with strange Moles on her Ar—: Here is [...] Vi╌en╌na besieg'd, a rare thing, and here's Pun╌chi╌nel╌lo, shown thrice to the King. Then Ladies mask'd to the [...] Cloyster re╌pair; but there will be no Raffling, a Pox take the Fair.

[On a Crab-tree.]

A. 4. Voc.

9 [...] THe Crab of the Wood is Sawce very good, for the Crab of the foaming Sea; and the Wood of the [...] Crab is good for the Drab, that will not her Husband o╌bey.

[A chiding Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

10 [...] FY! nay! prethee John! do not quarrel, man! let's be mer╌ry, and drink about: [...] You're a Rogue, you've cheated me, I'le prove before this Company, I caren't a Farthing, Sir, for all you are so stout. [...] Sir, you lye, I scorn your word, or a╌ny Man that wears a Sword, for all you huff, who cares a Tur╌, or [...] who cares for you.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

11 [...] HOnest Ralph was a Merchant's man, and dwelt in Lumbard-street; merry Jack was his own kins╌man, 'tis merry, 'tis mer╌ry when Malt-men meet: Here is lu╌sty Darby Ale, honest Ralph, let's not [...] part; th'other Quart, Brother Jack, with all my Heart.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

12 [...] WHen a Woman that's buxom, a Dotard does wed, 'tis a madness to think she'l be [...] true to his Bed; for who can re╌sist a Gallant that is young, and a Man A-la-mode in his [...] Garb, and his Tongue: His Looks have such Charms, and his Language such Force, that the [...] drowsy Mechanick's a Cuckold of course.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

13 [...] BE gone, old Care, and I prethee be gone from me, for I faith, old Care, thee and I shall never agree; 'tis [...] long thou hast liv'd with me, and fain thou would'st me kill, but I faith, old Care, thou never shalt have thy will.

[The London Constable.]

A. 3. Voc.

14 [...] WHo comes there? stand; who comes there? stand, and come before the Constable, we'l know what you [...] are: What makes you out so late? says the Midnight Magistrate, with a Noddle full of Ale, in a [...] wooden Chair of State. Whence come you, Sir? and whither do you go? you may be, Sir, a Je╌su╌it for [...] ought I know. You may as well, Sir, take me for a Ma╌ho╌me╌tan. He speaks Latin, secure him, he's a [...] dan╌ge╌rous Man. To tell you the truth, Sir, I am an honest To╌ry; but here's a Crown to [...] drink, and there's an end of the Sto╌ry. Good morrow, Sir, a ci╌vil Man is al╌ways welcom, go [...] Bar╌na╌by Bounce, light the Gentleman home.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

15 [...] BE jol╌ly my friends, for the Mo╌ney we spend on Women and Wine, to our selves we do lend; the [...] La╌dies Em╌bra╌ces, and our car╌bun╌cled Faces, will gain us more Credit than the Muses or Graces: Then [...] Sirrah, be quicker, and bring us more Liquor, we'l ne're trouble our heads with Physician or Vicar; but [...] round with our Bouls, 'till our Passing╌bell tolls, and trust no such Quacks with our Bodies or Souls.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

16 [...] I Wou'd I were in my Father's Mill, where I have been of╌ten found A; flat, [...] flat on my Back, o're a well-fill'd Sack, and whilst the Mill goes round A; round A, round A, round A, round, and [...] so the Mill goes round A.

[Tom Jolly's Nose.]

A. 3. Voc.

17 [...] TOm Jol╌ly's Nose I mean to a╌buse, thy jol╌ly Nose Tom provokes my Muse; thy [...] Nose jol╌ly Tom that shines so bright, I'le ea╌si╌ly fol╌low it by its own light: Thy Nose Tom [...] Jol╌ly no Jest it will bear, although it yields Matter enough, and to spare; but jol╌ly Tom's [...] Nose, for all he can do, breeds Worms in it self, and in our Heads too. Tom's Nose, jol╌ly Tom's Nose, the [...] more it is banter'd, the more it glows: Then drink to Tom Jol╌ly a cooling Glass, or jol╌ly Tom's [...] Nose will fire his Face.

[Answer to Tom Jolly's Nose.]

A. 3 Voc.

18 [...] ALthough jol╌ly Tom, great Fame thou hast won, thy bloody red Nose shall look paler e're [...] long; for the rate that we drink at each Night, still procures such No╌ses, as would quite discountenance [...] yours: And when the large Bumper floats round in the close, we'l despise thee, and swear, 'tis mine Ar— of a Nose.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

19 [...] JOan Ea-sy got her a Nag and a Sledge, to the Privy-house for to slide A; the [...] Hole was so foul, that she cou'd not sit, but did cack as she lay on her side A: She was not bound, for she [...] sent forth a sound, did stretch her Fundament wide A.

[Gallopping Joan.]

A. 3. Voc.

20 [...] JOan has been gallopping, gallopping, gallopping, Joan has been gallopping all the Town o're, [...] 'till her Bumfiddle, Bumfiddle, Bumfddle, un╌til her Bumfiddle was wonderous sore; without e're a [...] Saddle upon her old Jade, to fetch her good Man from the Alehouse trade.

[Second Part of Gallopping Joan.]

A. 3. Voc.

21 [...] THis gallopping, gallopping Joan, I conclude, has an Instrument sucks, sucks more than Leech or [...] Pump; she at present, poor Girl, has no time to be lewd, for her Buttocks are so sore, she cannot [...] jump: But however you may tickle her Virginal Rump, for plainly I see with your Mouth how you mump.

[Young John the Gardiner.]

A. 4. Voc.

22 [...] YOung John the Gard'ner having lately got a ve╌ry rich and fer╌tile Garden Plot; bragging to Joan, Quoth [...] he, so rich a Ground for Mellons, cannot in the World be found: That's a damn'd lye, quoth Joan, for I can [...] tell a place, that does your Garden far ex╌cell: Where's that? says John; In mine Ar—, quoth Joan, for [...] there is store of Dung and Wa╌ter▪ all the year.

[The King's Health.]

A. 4. Voc.

23 [...] GOD preserve His Ma╌je╌sty, and for ever send him Victory, and confound all His Enemies, [...]

Repeat Amen all the while this Catch is singing, resting four Crotchets.

[...] take off your Hock, Sir. Amen.

[A Catch on the Midnight Cats.]

A. 3. Voc.

24 [...] YE Cats that at Midnight spit Love at each other, who best feel the Pangs of a passionate [...] Lover; I appeal to your Scratches and tattered Fur, if the business of Love be no more than to Pur. [...] Old Lady Grimmalkin, with Goosberry Eyes, when a Kitten knew something for why she was wise; you [...] find by experience the Love-fit's soon o're, Puss, Puss, lasts not long, but turns to Cat-whore. Men ride many [...] Miles, Cats tread many Tiles, both hazard, both hazard their Necks in the fray; on╌ly Cats, if they [...] fall from a House or a Wall, keep their Feet, mount their Tails, mount their Tails, and away.

[Kind Jenny.]

A. 3. Voc.

25 [...] I'Le tell my Mother my Jen╌ny cries, and then a poor lan╌gui╌shing Lover dies; but ye-faith, I believe the Gipsey lies, for all she is so grave and wise: She longs to be tickl'd, to be [...] tickl'd, to be tickl'd, she longs to be tickl'd; Oh! she longs to be tickl'd.

[The Maid with a Basket.]

A. 3. Voc.

26 [...] ONce I did see a Maid, with a Basket hanging dangling on her Arm; she lay down as [...] soon as I ask'd it, and rose a╌gain without hurt or pain; and trip'd it merrily, and trip'd it merrily, [...] mer╌ri╌ly, mer╌ri╌ly, o're the Plain.

[The Nut-brown Lass.]

A. 3. Voc.

27 [...] A Health, a Health to the Nut-brown Lass, with the Hazle Eyes; she that has good Eyes, has [...] al╌so good Thighs, let it pass, let it pass: As much to the live╌li╌er Gray, they're as good by night as [...] day; she that has good Eyes, has al╌so good Thighs, drink away, drink away: I'le pledge, Sir, I'le pledge, what [...] ho! some Wine, here! some Wine; to mine, and to thine; to thine, and to mine; the Colours are Divine: But [...] Oh! the Black Eyes, the Black, give me as much again, and let it be Sack; she that has good Eyes, has [...] al╌so good Thighs, and a better knack.

[John the Miller.]

A. 4. Voc.

28 [...] JOhn ask'd his Land-la╌dy, thinking no ill, where he might best set up a Water-Mill; the [...] wanton La╌dy seeing John all alone, return'd this An╌swer to her Tenant John: Would'st thou all [...] o╌thers thy Mill should disgrace? then 'twixt my Legs will be the fittest place; for I, at time of need, [...] can from behind, when Wa╌ter fails before, supply't with Wind.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

29 [...] WEll rung Tom-boy, well rung Tom, Ding-dong, Cuckoo, well rung Tom; the Owl and the Cuckoo, the [...] Fool and the Song, well sung; Cuckoo, well rung Tom.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

30 [...] UN╌der a green Elm, lies Luke Shepherd's Helm, that steer'd him ev'╌ry way; [...] wherefore now she's gone, mour╌ning there is none, he follow'd her Corps in gray: He smil'd at the [...] Grave, like a flee╌ring Knave, she'l tell him on't at the last day; for if we must rise with the same [...] Bo╌dy and Eyes, she'l have the same Tongue, folks say.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

31 [...] JOan, Joan, for your part, you love kissing with all your Heart; I mar╌ry do I, says jumping Joan, and [...] therefore to thee I make my moan.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

32 [...] WOuld you know how we meet o're our jol╌ly full Bouls, as we min╌gle our [...] Liquors, we min╌gle our Souls; the Sweet melts the Sharp, the Kind sooths the Strong, and nothing but [...] friendship grows all the Night long: We drink, laugh, and gra╌ti╌fie ev'╌ry De╌sire, Love [...] on╌ly remains, our un╌quen╌cha╌ble Fire.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

33 [...] AS I went over Tawny March, there I met with a tawny Lass; tawny Hose, and tawny Shoon; [...] tawny Petticoat, tawny Gown; tawny Brows, and tawny Face, thy tawny Nose in her tawny Ar—.

[Tom Tory, and Titus.]

A. 3 Voc.

34 [...] TOm To╌ry told Titus, The Whigs did de╌sign to murder the King, and subvert the Right Line: Quoth the Doctor, in a fury, you're a rascally Sot, Sir, did ever you hear of a Protestant Plot, Sir! Marry [...] have I, quoth Tom, and I migh╌ti╌ly fear it; You're a Je╌su╌it, quoth the Doctor, if you vex me, I'le swear it.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

35 [...] ONce in our lives let us drink to our Wives, tho' their Number be but small; [...] Heav'n take the best, and the De╌vil take the rest, and so we shall get rid of them all: To [...] this hearty Wish, let each Man take his Dish, and drink, drink, 'till he fall.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

36 [...] COme let us drink, and never think, for Care kills a Cat, but Wine makes us fat: Then a [...] Health to our Royal King James, and His Queen, may His Reign be ever Pleasant, and ever Green; may all His [...] Loyal Subjects faithful be, and ne're more disturb his Peace; but e╌ver still in Health and Wealth, may daily [...] prosper and encrease.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

37 [...] TIS Women makes us love, 'tis Love that makes us sad; 'tis Sadness makes us drink, and [...] drinking makes us mad.

[On a young Widow, who married an old Widower.]

A. 3. Voc.

38 [...] HAd she not Care enough, Care enough, had she not Care enough, Care enough of the old Man; she [...] wed him, she fed him, and to the Bed she led him, for sev'n long Winters she lif╌ted him on: But [...] Oh! how she negl'd him, negl'd him, negl'd him! Oh! how she negl'd him all the Night long!

[Vpon the Coy Mrs. Dy-na; Who wou'd not kiss, nor come Nigh-na!]

A. 4. Voc.

39 [...] I'Ve lost my Dear Dy', therefore will I cry, and bid her good-by; tho' I do not know why, the [...] Jade is so shy, my Flame to de╌ny, when in Passion I fry; had she dropt from the Sky, she [...] ought to comply, and not still to cry like a Jilt, Fy! fy! fy! fy! Oh fy! fy!

[On a Wedding.]

A. 4. Voc.

40 [...] HOw happy a thing were a Wedding, and a Bedding, if a Man cou'd purchase a Wife for a [...] Twelvemonth and a day; but to live with her all a Man's life, for e╌ver and aye, 'till she grow quite as [...] gray as a Cat, I thank you for that, good faith, Master Parson, I thank you, I thank you for that.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

41 [...] COme my Hearts, how are you inclin'd? Let's drink off our Drink, and be ve╌ry, very kind; for [...] now on a sudden 'tis come in my mind, he was hang'd that left his Liquor behind.

[A Round.]

A. 3. Voc.

42 [...] UP and down this World goes, down, down this World goes, up and down, up and down the World goes.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

43 [...] TO see on Fire a boyling Pot, that is the News we do not need; a Sloven's Nose that's [...] full of Snot, that's no News, 'tis so agree'd: But to see a Man knit a Turd in╌to a True-lover's Knot, [...] Oh! that's News to laugh at indeed!

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

44 [...] TO thee, to thee, and to a Maid, that kindly will up╌on her Back be laid; and laugh, and sing, and [...] kiss, and play, and wanton, wanton out a Summer's day: Such, such a Lass, kind Friends, and Drinking, [...] give me, Great Jove! and damn, and damn the Thinking.

[An EPITAPH on an honest Citizen, and true Friend to all Claret-drinkers.]

A. 4. Voc.

45 [...] HEre lieth Symon cold as Clay, who whil'st he liv'd, cry'd, who whil'st he liv'd, cry'd, Tip away; and when [...] Death puts out his Taper, he needeth no touch, he needeth no Touch up╌on a Paper. Now let him rest, since [...] he is dead, and asks not for a bit, and asks not for a bit of Bread, before he dy'd, and that is [...] much, for Death gave him, for Death gave him a Racey Touch.

Now although this same EPITAPH was long since given,
Yet Symon's not dead, no more than any Man living.

[On Mun Saint.]

A. 3. Voc.

46 [...] STrange News from the Rose Boys, never heard before Boys, Saint upon a Sunday, he play'd away his [...] Clothes Boys, never such a Saint was there e╌ver heard before Boys.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

47 [...] HAve you not in a Chimney seen, a Fagot that is moist and green, how it doth weep, [...] and with its Tears, sends its Complaint un╌to our Ears? So fares it with a tender Maid, when first up╌on her Back she's laid: But dry Wood, like the experienc'd Dame, cracks and re╌joy╌ces in the Flame.

[The Thatcher.]

A. 4. Voc.

48 [...] QUoth the Thatcher to his Man, Jack, what dost think? Let's raise this Ladder if we [...] can, but first let's drink: No Man can do more than a can, that's ve╌ry plain; a Can may do's much as a [...] Man, that's right a╌gain.

[A Catch on a Horse.]

A. 4. Voc.

49 [...] TIS ea╌sie to force to the Wa╌ter your Horse, but when h'as once had his Dose, he'l no [...] more drench his Nose; that the Creature thus wife is, from hence it a╌ri╌ses, he finds his chill Fuddle meer [...] E╌le╌ment and Puddle: Let the Tipple be Wine, if the Horse proves not Swine, and drink all he's an [...] Ass, tho' the Thames was his Glass; greater Man on some strand more cou╌ra╌gious should stand, and quaff, and [...] quaff Seas in a hand.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

50 [...] LET us love and drink our Liquor, we shall spend our Means the quicker, here's to thee, kind [...] Friend, a Nicker.

[The Tinder-box, or Touch and go.]

A. 4. Voc.

51 [...] COme, come pretty Wenches, more nimbler than Eels, and buy my fine Boxes, my Stones, and my [...] Steels; let me touch but your Tinder, and you wou'd admire, how quickly my Steel and my Stones will give [...] fire; touch and go, touch and go: They are as good Mettle as e're came in Box, to fire all your Tinder with [...] two or three knocks; take my Steel in your hand, Wench, and try but a blow, ye-faith I dare warrant 'tis [...] true Touch and go, Touch and go, Touch and go.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

52 [...] THe Hart he loves the high Wood, the Hare he loves the Hill; the Knight he loves his bright Sword, the Lady loves her Will.

[A Loyal Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

53 [...] COme my Hearts, play your parts with your Quarts, see none starts, for the King's [...] Health is a drinking; then to his Highness see, see there Wine is, that has pass'd the Test, above the [...] rest, for those Healths deserve the best. They that shrink from their Chink, from their Drink, we will [...] think, we will think, that of Treasons they are thinking.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

54 [...] I Lay with an old Man all the Night, I turn'd to him, and he to me; he could not do so [...] well as he should, but he would fain, but it would not be.

[In praise of White-wine.]

A. 3. Voc.

55 [...] LET chrystal White-wine chear the drowsy Mind, 'tis Claret on╌ly leaves a stain be╌hind; [...] in the use of which, we do Bac╌chus disgrace, we make the God mortal, by painting his Face: [...] He's not like a God, whose Image is red; o're Night his Cheeks blush, in the Morning they're dead.

[In praise of Claret.]

A. 3. Voc.

56 [...] A Hogshead was offer'd to Bacchus his Shrine, the God was of-fen-ded because 'twas White-wine; then curs'd in a passion, Damn't, rot it, and mar it, did'st ever know Bacchus drink other than Claret? So the [...] jol╌ly red God having empty'd the White-wine, return'd the poor Vot'ry the Hogshead to shite in.

[A Catch upon a Liquor called Punch.]

A. 3. Voc.

57 [...] YOU may talk of brisk Claret, sing Praises of Sherry, speak well of Old Hock, Mum, Sider, and [...] Perry, but you must drink Punch if you mean to be merry: A Boul of this Liquor the Gods being [...] all at, thought good we should know it by way of new Ballad, as fit for both ours and their Highnesses [...] Pallat. Then thanks to the Gods, those Tiplers a╌bove us, they've taught us to drink, and therefore they [...] love us, and to drink ve╌ry hard is all they crave of us.

[Counsel for Married Folks.]

A. 4. Voc.

58 [...] FRom twenty to thirty, good night and good morrow; from thir╌ty to forty good night or good [...] morrow; from forty to fif╌ty as oft as ye shift ye; from thence to threescore, once a Month, and no more.

[A Yorkshire Epitaph on two Abby-Lubbers.]

A. 4. Voc.

59 [...] UDs nigs! here ligs John Digs, and Ri╌chard Digger, and to say the truth, to say the truth, none [...] knew which was the bigger; they fared well, and li╌ved ea╌sie, and now they're dead, and now they're dead, and [...] now they're dead, and shall please ye.

[On a Scolding Wife.]

A. 3. Voc.

60 [...] MY Wife has a Tongue as good as e're twang'd, at ev'╌ry word she bids me be hang'd; she's [...] ug╌ly, she's old, and a cursed Scold, with a dam╌na╌ble Nunquam sa╌tis; for her Tongue and her [...] Tail, if e╌ver they fail, the Dee'l shall have her gratis.

[A Catch upon Small Beer.]

A. 3. Voc.

61 [...] IF all true Friends of good Liquor now were here, were here, to club strongly in behalf of Small [...] Beer, Small Beer, in be╌half of hey-diddle, ho-diddle, hey Small Beer; it would all be too little the [...] Tiff to exalt, and to make out in Metre what it wants in Malt: The French call it Little Beer, and [...] we call it Small, and we call, we call it Small, and some sort of People never call for't at all: But I [...] wish all those once, at least for a warning, Strong o╌ver night, much Strong over night, and no, no [...] Small the next morning.

[A Catch upon NOTHING.]

62 [...] SIng mer╌ri╌ly now my Lads, here's a Catch that was never meant you; but came by the Wheel of For╌tune, without a╌ny design or intent you: It happen'd that once the Author his Head was exceeding hot; a [...] Catch he resolv'd he would make, he would make, and he cou'd╌n't tell of what. He thought of the Smoak the [...] Weed affords, and it vanish'd all away; he thought of fine Ladies and their fine Lords, and yet he found nothing to [...] say. He thought of a thousand Pound, but it wou'd╌n't turn to account: He thought of the Pot, and he [...] thought of the Plot, but nothing would come on't. At last he resolv'd, tho' nothing would do, that [Page] [...] nothing should put him by Sir; but nothing to purpose of Nothing he'd write, and no body should be the [...] wiser: 'Tis nothing to you if he would do so, and if Nothing's in't you find; then thank him for Nothing, and [...] that will be more than e╌ver he design'd.

[A Catch in Praise of Mum.]

A. 3. Voc.

63 [...] THere's an odd sort of Liquor new come from Hamborough 'twill stitch a whole Wapentake thorough and [...] thorough; 'tis yellow, and likewise as bitter as Gall, and as strong as six Horses, Coach and all: As I [...] told you, 'twill make you as drunk as a Drum; you'd fain know the Name on't, but for that my friend, MUM.

[A Catch on Tobacco; to be sung by four Men at the time of smoaking their Pipes.]

A. 4. Voc.

64 [...] GOod! good indeed! the Herb's good Weed; fill thy Pipe Will, and I prethee Sam fill, for [...] sure we may smoak, and yet sing still, and yet sing still. What say the Learned? what say the Learned? Vita [...] fumus, vita fumus; 'tis what you and I, and he and I; you, and he, and I, and all of us, Sumus. But [...] then to the Learned; say we again, If Life's a Smoak as they maintain, if Life's a Vapour, without doubt, [...] when a Man does dye, they should not cry, that, His Glass is run, but, His Pipe is out. But whether we smoak, [...] or whether we sing, let's be Loyal, and remember the King; let him live, and let his Foes vanish, [...] thus, thus, thus, like, like a Pipe, like a Pipe of Spanish; thus, thus, like a Pipe of Spanish.

[A Catch on The London Waterman.]

A. 3. Voc.

65 [...] WIll you go by Water, Sir? I'm the next Sculler; go with my Fare up Westward, Sir, my [...] Boat shall be no fuller: Next Oars, Sir, next Oars; whither is't you go, to Fox-hall, or Westminster, or [...] Through-Bridge Hoa? Pray Master, trim the Boat, and sit a little higher; you have a handsom Woman by you, me-thinks you might sit nigh╌er! Come Boy, lay the Stretcher, and sit down to your Oar; [...] You Sir! will you change a Rogue for a Whore? You Sculler! look before you, with a-pox t'ye hold water; look! [...] look! the Rogue runs foul of us, re╌mem╌ber this here╌af╌ter: Come land us here at Kings-Bridge, [...] Ay Sir, if you're willing: Here Waterman, there's Six-pence; Good faith, 'tis worth a Shilling.

[Wine in the Morning; a Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

66 [...] WIne, Wine in a Morning makes us Frolick and Gay, that like Eagles we soar in the [...] Pride of the Day, Gouty Sots in the Night on╌ly find a decay. 'Tis the Sun ripes the Grape, and to [...] Drinking gives light, we i╌mi╌tate him when by Noon we're at height, they steal Wine, who take it when [...] he's out of sight. Boy, fill all the Glasses, fill 'em up now he shines; the higher he rises, the [...] more he refines; but Wine and Wit palls, as their Maker declines.

[...]
The End of the Second Part.

The Third Part, containing Choice Songs for two Voices, Cantus & Bassus.

A. 2. Voc.

[CANTVS.]

1 [...] COme Jack, come tipple off your Wine, and leave this foolish Game of Loving; where Glasses [...] do so briskly shine, how can a Woman's Face be moving! The Cheeks you praise, the Lips you kiss, ar'nt [...] half so pure, so pure, so pure, so red as this, ar'nt half so pure, so red as this.

Both Care and Fears; and Sighs and Pain,
Make up your Life now you're a Lover;
And if you do at last obtain,
The happy Minute's quickly over,
But no such thing in Wine we meet, (repeat)
No Joys at once (repeat) are long and sweet. (repeat)

[BASSVS.]

1 [...] COme Jack, come tipple off your Wine, and leave this foolish Game of Loving; where Glasses [...] do so briskly shine, how can a Woman's Face be moving! The Cheeks you praise, the Lips you [...] kiss, ar'nt half so pure, so pure, so red as this, ar'nt half so pure, so red as this.

A. 2. Voc.

[CANTVS.]

2 [...] THe Delights of the Bottle, and the Charms of good Wine, to the Pow'r and the Pleasures of [...] Love must resign; tho' the night in the Joys of good Drinking be past, the Debauches but 'till the next [...] morning do last: But Love's great Debauch is more lasting and strong, for that often lasts a Man all his life long.

Love and Wine are the Bonds that fasten us all,
The World but for this to confusion wou'd fall;
Were it not for the Pleasures of Love and good Wine,
Mankind for each Trifle their Lives wou'd resign:
They'd not value dull Life, nor wou'd live without Thinking,
Nor wou'd Kings rule the World, but for Love and good Drinking.

[BASSVS.]

2 [...] THe Delights of the Bottle, and the Charms of good Wine, to the Pow'r and the Pleasures of [...] Love must resign; tho' the night in the Joys of good Drinking be past, the Debauches but 'till the next [...] morning do last: But Love's great Debauch is more lasting and strong, for that often lasts a Man all his lifelong.

[A Glee.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

3 [...] A╌Way with the Causes of Riches and Cares, that eats up our Spirits, and shortens our [...] Years; no Pleasure can be in State or Degree, but 'tis mingled with Trouble and Fears: Then perish all [...] Fops of So╌bri╌e╌ty dull, whilst he that is mer╌ry reigns Prince of the World.

BASSVS.

3 [...] A╌Way with the Causes of Riches and Cares, that eats up our Spirits, and shortens our [...] Years; no Pleasure can be in State or Degree, but 'tis mingled with Trouble and Fears: Then perish all [...] Fops of So╌bri╌e╌ty dull, whilst he that is merry reigns Prince of the World.

[The Old-man's Wish.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

4 [...] IF I live to be old, for I find I go down, let this be my Fate: In a Country Town may I [...] have a warm House, with a Stone at the Gate, and a cleanly young Girl to rub my bald Pate. May I [...] govern my Passion with an absolute Sway, and grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, without [...] Gout or Stone, without Gout or Stone, by a gentle decay, by a gentle decay.

In a Country Town by a murmuring Brook,
With the Ocean at distance wherein I may look;
With a spacious Plain, without Hedge or Stile,
And an easie Pad-Nag to ride out a Mile.
Chorus. May I govern, &c.
With Horace and Petrarch, and two or three more,
Of the best Wits that liv'd in the Ages before;
With a Dish of Rost Mutton, not Venison nor Teal,
And clean (tho' course) Linnen at every Meal.
Chorus. May I govern, &c.
With a Pudding on Sunday, and stout humming Liquor,
And Remnants of Latin to welcom the Vicar;
With a hidden Reserve of Burgundy Wine,
To drink the King's Health in as oft as I dine.
Chorus. May I govern, &c.
With a Courage undaunted may I face my last day,
And when I am dead, may the better sort say,
In the Morning when sober, in the Evening when mellow,
He's gone, and left not behind him his Fellow.
For he govern'd his Passion with an absolute sway,
And grew wiser and better as his strength wore away,
Without Gout or Stone, by a gentle decay.

BASSVS.

4 [...] IF I live to be old, for I find I go down, let this be my Fate: In a Country Town may I [...] have a warm House with a Stone at the Gate, and a cleanly young Girl to rub my bald Pate. May I [...] govern my Passion with an absolute Sway, and grow wi╌ser and better as my strength wears away, without [...] Gout or Stone, without Gout or Stone, by a gentle decay, by a gentle decay.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.
This was to follow after the 66th Catch.

67 [...] WEll play'd Stephen, well, well play'd, well play'd Stephen, he that loves a Parson's Wife, that [...] loves, that loves a Parson's Wife, his Sins shall be forgiven, his Sins shall be forgiv'n, shall be forgiven.

[A Medly.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

5 [...] WE live in Woods, we live in Groves, we scorn all Thoughts but of our Loves; we Laugh and [...] Quaff, 'till Cocks do crow, and grieve but when our Cups run low, and grieve but when our Cups run low. [...] Red is our Noses, red is our Noses, rich is our Faces, rich is our Faces, free Mettle all, free Mettle all, but of no pace. [...] We cannot Card, we cannot Spin, we cannot Spin, but we can drink, but we can drink all out, all out, all out, all [...] out that's in. We have no art to turn the Wheel, but yet we dare be bold to Reel, to Reel, be bold to Reel. Slow. [...] Oh! let us make our Colours roar, let us make our Colours roar, so shall we sleep, shall we sleep, and snort, and Brisk. [...] snort, and snore; and never be drunk, and never be drunk any more; and never be, never be, never be drunk any more.

BASSVS.

5 [...] WE live in Woods, we live in Groves, we scorn all Thoughts but of our Loves; we Laugh and [...] Quaff, 'till Cocks do crow, and grieve but when our Cups run low, and grieve but when our Cups run low. [...] Red is our Noses, red is our Noses, rich is our Faces, rich is our Faces, free Mettle all, free Mettle all, but of no pace. [...] We cannot Card, we cannot Spin, we cannot Spin, but we can drink, but we can drink all out, all out, all out, all [...] out that's in. We have no art to turn the Wheel, and yet we dare be bold to bold to Reel, be bold to Reel. Slow. [...] Oh! let us make our Colours roar, let us make our Colours roar, so shall we sleep, shall we sleep, and snort, and Brisk. [...] snort, and snore; and never be drunk, and never be drunk any more; and never be, never be, never be drunk any more.

[Old Chiron.]

A. 2. Voc.

[CANTVS.]

6 [...] OLD Chiron thus Preach'd to his Pupil Achilles, I'le tell you, I'le tell you, young Gentleman, [...] what the Fate's will is: You my Boy, you my Boy, must go, must go, the Gods will have it so, to the Siege of [...] Troy, thence never to return, thence never to return, never to return, never to return to Greece a­gain, [...] but before those Walls to be slain, but before those Walls to be slain, before those Walls, those Walls to be slain. [...] Let not your noble courage be cast down, let not your noble courage be cast down, let not your noble courage, [...] let not your noble courage be cast down, but all the while you lye before the Town, drink, all the while [...] drink all the while you lye before the Town drink, and drive Care away, drink and be merry, you'l ne're go the [...] sooner, you'l ne're go the sooner, you'l ne're go the sooner to the Sty╌gean Ferry.

[BASSVS.]

6 [...] OLD Chiron thus preach'd to his Pupil Achilles, I'le tell you young Gentleman, what the Fate's [...] will is: You my Boy, you my Boy, must go, must go, the Gods will have it so, to the Siege of Troy, thence [...] never to return, thence never to return, never to return to Greece a— but before those [...] gain,Walls to be slain, but before those Walls to be slain, before those Walls to be slain. Let not your noble courage [...] be cast down, let not your noble courage be cast down, let not your noble courage be cast down, [...] let not your noble courage be cast down, but all the while you lye before the Town, drink, all the while [...] drink, all the while you lye before the Town, drink, and drive Care away, drink and be merry, you'l [...] ne're go the sooner, the sooner, you'l ne're go the sooner to the Stygean Ferry.

[The Miser.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

7 [...] WHat ayles the old Fool! why dost thou not drink, and eat of the best; and welcom thy Friend, at [...] this time of day so near to thine end, why dost thou not make the best use of thy Chink? Let that Bag of [...] Guinneys be sent to the Poor, to thy Niece of fifteen give two or three more, to buy her a Husband, a Husband, for [...] fear — she — turn Whore. For when once the Physician has given thee o're, thy Heir will come lea╌ping in at the [...] Door, and ri╌fle thy Coffers, and gree╌di╌ly seize, on thy Bills and thy Bonds, on thy Bags and thy Keys; and [...] think that he richly deserves all thy Gold, if he Laugh, Lau╌gh not out╌right before thou art cold: And the [...] Youth that appear'd so demure, so demure, and so civil, what thou go'st to Hell for, what thou go'st to Hell for, he'l spend at the Devil.

BASSVS.

7 [...] WHat ayles the old Fool! why dost thou not drink, and eat of the best, and welcom thy Friend, at [...] this time of day so near to thine end, why dost thou not make the best use of thy Chink? Let that Bag of [...] Guinneys be sent to the Poor, to thy Niece of fifteen give two or three more, to buy her a Husband, for [...] fear she turn Whore. For when once the Physician has given thee o're, thy Heir will come leaping, come [...] lea╌ping in at the Door, and ri╌fle thy Coffers, and greedily seize, on thy Bills and thy Bonds, on thy [...] Bags and thy Keys; and think that he richly deserves all thy Gold, if he Lau╌gh not out╌right before thou art cold: And the [...] Youth that appear'd so demure, so demure, and so civil, what thou go'st to Hell for, what thou go'st to Hell for, he'l spend at the Devil.

[Adieu to his Mistress.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

8 [...] COme lay by all Care, e'ne let her go, fill up the Glass 'till it o╌ver╌flow; if the [...] Drawer prove right, no Mi╌stress like Wine, she'l charm all your Senses, and Fancies refine: To [...] humour a Creature will change like the Moon, sometimes she'l be kind, then dogged as soon; [...] prethee leave off! we'l mind her no more, and 'tis for╌ty to one if she be'nt a damn'd Whore. CHORVS. [...] Then drink about free╌ly, then drink about freely, whilst now in your pow'r▪ whilst now, now in your [...] pow'r; then drink about freely, then drink, then drink, drink about, drink about freely, whilst now in your [...] pow'r; ne're lose the great Blessing, ne're lose the great Blessing of this hap╌py hour.

BASSVS.

8 [...] COme lay by all Care, e'ne let her go, fill up the Glass 'till it o╌ver╌flow; if the [...] Drawer prove right, no Mistress like Wine, she'l charm all your Sen╌ses, and Fan╌cies re╌fine: To [...] humour a Creature will change like the Moon, sometimes she'l be kind, then dog╌ged as soon; [...] prethee leave off! we'l mind her no more, and 'tis for╌ty to one if she be'nt a damn'd Whore. CHORVS. [...] Then drink about freely, then drink about freely, whilst now in your pow'r▪ whilst now in your [...] pow'r, then drink about freely, then drink about freely, then drink, drink about, drink about freely, whilst now in your [...] pow'r, ne're lose the great Blessing, ne're lose the great Blessing of this happy hour.

[The Iovial Drinker.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

9 [...] ONe Night, scarce had the weary'd Sun just kiss'd the Earth, and bid a╌dieu, e're we our grand De╌bauch be╌gun, and made the Hogshead spew: But yet the pale-fac'd Moon stood by, and ne're was [...] seen to baulk her Glass; we drank to all the Stars i'th' Sky, and made her Highness pale i'th' [...] Face. The sturdy Jade kept still her Course, nor could our Claret fetch her down; but yet her CHORVS. [...] Compli╌sance was great, she kindly ligh╌ted each Man home. Such is thy Care o're Mortals shown, [...] Bacchus, who dares thy Power prophane; the Moon and Stars as╌sert thy Throne, and fix╌es [...] thy E╌ter╌nal Reign.

BASSVS.

9 [...] ONe Night scarce had the weary'd Sun just kiss'd the Earth, and bid adieu, e're we our grand De╌auch be╌gun, and made the Hogshead spew: But yet the pale-fac'd Moon stood by, and ne're was [...] seen to baulk her Glass; we drank to all the Stars i'th Sky, and made her Highness pale i'th' [...] Face. The sturdy Jade kept still, kept still her Course, nor could our Claret fetch her down; but yet, but

CHORVS.

[...] yet her Complisance was great, she kind╌ly lighted each Man home. Such is thy Care o're Mortals [...] shown, Bacchus who dares thy Pow'r prophane; the Moon and Stars as╌sert thy Throne, and fixes [...] thy E╌ter╌nal Reign.

[A Health to King James II.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

10 [...] HOw great are the Blessings of Government made, by the excellent Rule of our Prince; who while [...] Troubles and Cares do his Pleasures invade, to his People all Joy does dispence and while he for us is still [...] carking and thinking, we've nothing to mind but our Shops and our Trade; and then to di╌vert us with [...] drinking, and then to divert, to divert us with drinking. From him we derive all our Pleasure, our Pleasure, and [...] Wealth▪ Then fill me a Glass, nay fill up, fill it up higher, my Soul is a-thirst for His Majesty's Health; then [...] fill, fill, fill it up higher, my. Soul is a thirst for His Majesty's Health, and an Ocean of Drink cannot [...] quench my Deare▪ Since all we enjoy to His Bounty we owe, 'tis fit all our Bumpers like that shou'd o're╌flo╌w,'tis fit all our Bumpers, 'tis fit all our Bumpers like that shou'd o'reflow.

BASSVS.

10 [...] HOw great are the Blessings of Government made, by the excellent Rule of our Prince! who while [...] Troubles and Cares do his Pleasures invade, to his People all Joy does dispence; and while he for us is still [...] carking and thinking, we've nothing to mind but our Shops and our Trade; and then to di╌vert us with [...] drinking, and then to divert us with drinking. From him we derive all our Pleasure and Wealth: Then [...] fill me a Glass, then fill me a Glass, nay fill, fill, fill it up higher, my Soul is a-thirst for His Ma╌je╌sty's [...] Health, my Soul is a-thirst for His Majesty's Health, and an Ocean of Drink cannot quench my Desire: Since [...] all we enjoy to his Bounty we owe, 'tis fit all our Bumpers, 'tis fit all our Bumpers like that shou'd o're╌flo╌w,like that, like that, shou'd o'reflow.

A SONG upon the late Victory over the REBELS in the West.

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

11 [...] THe Storm is all o╌ver, a Hal╌cy╌on Calm has smooth'd the rough Face of the [...] Sea; crown e╌ve╌ry Glass with a Gar╌land of Palm, the Em╌blem of Vi╌cto╌ry: Great [...] Jove the proud Titan subdu'd in a trice, that we may for ever, that we may for e╌ver, for CHORVS. [...] e╌ver re╌joyce. Then a Health to that one, whom Heav'n to the Throne, did in spite of Pre╌tenders,in spite of Pre╌ten╌ders restore; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Re╌nown,and his E╌ne╌mies hang, hang at the Door; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Re╌nown,and his E╌ne╌mies hang, hang, hang at the Door.

BASSVS.

11 [...] THe Storm is all o╌ver, a Hal╌cy╌on Calm has smooth'd the rough Face of the [...] Sea; crown e╌ve╌ry Glass with a Gar╌land of Palm, the Em╌blem of Vi╌cto╌ry: Great [...] Jove the proud Titan subdu'd in a trice, that we may for e╌ver, that we may for e╌ver, for CHORVS. [...] e╌ver rejoyce. Then a Health to that one, whom Heav'n to the Throne, did in spite of Pre­tenders, [...] Pretenders restore; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Renown, and his E╌ne╌mies [...] hang, hang, hang at the Door; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Re╌nown, and his E╌ne╌mies hang, hang at the Door.

[Teucer's Voyage.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

12 [...] WHen Teucer from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine; when Teucer [...] from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine; with a [...] Popler wreath he crown'd his Head, that glow'd with the warmth of ge╌ne╌rous Wine, [...] and thus to his droo╌ping Friends he said, and thus to his droo╌ping Friends he said: [...] Chear up my Hearts, chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh; tho' Fate our Native Soil debar, Chance is a [...] better, better Father far, Chance is a better, better Father far; and a bet╌ter Country, a bet╌ter, better [...] Country is the Sea: Then chear up my Hearts, then chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh. Come ☞

BASSVS.

12 [...] WHen Teucer from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌ [...] mine; when Teucer from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine; with a Poplar [...] Wreath he crown'd his Head, that glow'd with the warmth of ge╌ne╌rous Wine, and thus to his [...] droo╌ping Friends he said, and thus to his droo╌ping Friends he said: [...] Chear up my Hearts, chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh; tho' Fate our Native Soil debar, [...] Chance is a better, better Father far, Chance is a better, better Father far, and a bet╌ter Country, a better [...] Country is the Sea: Then chear up my Hearts, then chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh. ☞

[Page] [...] Plo╌w, my Mates, come Plo╌w, my Mates, the wa╌try, wa╌try [...] way, and fear not, and fear not, fear not un╌der my Command; we that have known, have known the [...] worst, we that have known the worst at Land, with the morrow's Dawn, with the morrow's [...] Dawn, we'l An╌chor weigh: Let us drink, and drown our Cares a╌way; let us [...] drink, and drown our Cares away, and drown our Cares, and drown our Cares; let us drink, let us [...] drink, let us drink, let us drink, let us drink, and drown, and drown our Cares a╌way; let us [...] drink, and drown; and drown our Cares a╌way.

[Page] [...] Come Plo╌w, my Mates, come Plo╌w, my Mates, the wa╌try, wa╌try way, and [...] fear not, and fear not, fear not, under my Command; we that have known, have known the worst, we that have [...] known the worst at Land, with the morrow's Dawn, with the morrow's Dawn, we'l An╌chor weigh: [...] Let us drink, and drown, our Cares; let us drink, and drown our Cares away; let us drink, let us [...] drink, let us drink, let us drink, let us drink, let us drink, and drown,and drown our Cares a╌way;let us drink, and drown, and drown our Cares a╌way; let us drink, and drown, and drown our [...] Cares a╌way.

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

13 [...] THo' my Mist╌ress be fair, yet froward, yet froward she's too, then hang the dull [...] Soul, then hang the dull Soul, that will of╌fer, will of╌fer to woo; but 'tis Wine, brave [...] Wine, 'tis Liquor, 'tis Liquor, good Liquor, that's much more sublime, much bris╌ker and [...] quicker, much, much, much bris╌ker and quicker; it in sparkles smiles on me, 'tho' [...] she frown up╌on me: Then with Laugh╌ing, and Quaffing, I'le Time and Age be╌guide, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, to my Drink, and a Smile. ☞

BASSVS.

13 [...] THo' my Mi╌stress be fair, yet fro╌ward she's too, then hang the dull [...] Soul, then hang the dull Soul, that will of╌fer to woo: But 'tis Wine, brave [...] Wine, 'tis Li╌quor, good Li╌quor, that's much more sublime, much bris╌ker and [...] quicker, much, much, much bris╌ker and quicker; it in spar╌kles smiles on me, tho' [...] she frown up╌on me: Then with Laugh╌ing, and Quaffing, I'le Time and Age be [...] guida, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, to my Drink and a Smile. ☞ [Page] [...] ☞ Come fill up, come fill up my Glass, and a — pox on her Face; may it never want Scars and [...] Scratches, may it never want Scars and Scratches, Wash, Paint, and Patches: Give me all my [...] drin╌king Ma╌ga╌zine, I'le blo╌w up the scorn╌ful Quean; give me Bot╌tles and [...] Jugs, the Glas╌ses and Mugs, I'le hug 'em, and tug 'em, I'le hug 'em, and tug 'em, and [...] Court 'em much more, than e're I did the pee╌vish Girl before, than e're I did, than e're I [...] did the pee╌vish Girl be╌fore. [...] [Page] [...] Come fill up my Glass, come fill up my Glass, and a ╌ pox on her Face; may it never, may it [...] never want Scars, want Scars and Scratches, Wash, Paint, and Patches: Give me all my drin╌king [...] Maga╌Zine, give me all, I'le blo╌w up the scornful Quean; give me Bottles and Jugs, the [...] Glasses and Mugs, I'le hug 'em, I'le hug 'em, and tug 'em, and Court 'em much more, than e're I [...] did the pee╌vish Girl be╌fore, than e're I did the pee╌vish Girl before. [...]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

14 [...] SAc╌cha╌ris╌sa's grown old, and al╌most past sport, she to her Phy╌si╌cian at [...] last, at last does resort; him kind╌ly she greets, and his Counsel intreats, how best, with her [...] Health, she may tast of Love's sweets? Why Madam, (quoth he) if my Judgment be right, in the [...] Morning 'tis Physick, a Banquet at Night: She smiling, reply'd, I'le take each in its turn; For my [...] Plea╌sure at Night, and for Health in the Morn'.

BASSVS.

14 [...] SAc╌cha╌ris╌sa's grown old, and al╌most past sport, she to her Phy╌si╌cian at [...] last does resort; him kindly she greets, and his Counsel intreats, how best, with her Health, she may [...] tast of Love's Sweets? Why Madam (quoth he) if my Judgment be right, in the Morning, in the [...] Morning 'tis Physick, a Banquet at Night: She smiling, reply'd, I'le take each in its turn; For my [...] Pleasure at Night, and for Health in the Morn'.

A SONG made on the Downfall, or pulling down, of Charing-Cross, An. Dom. 1642.

A. 3. Voc.

CANTVS.

15 [...] UNdone! undone! the Lawyers are, they wander a╌bout the Town, and cannot find the [...] way to Westminster, now Charing-Cross is down: At the end of the Strand they make a stand, swearing they [...] are at loss; and chafing, say, That's not the way, they must go by Charing-Cross.

II.
The Parliament to Vote it down, conceiv'd it very fitting,
For fear't should fall, and kill 'em all, i'th' House as they were sitting;
They were inform'd 't had such a Plot, which made 'em so hard-harted,
To give express Command, it should be taken down and carted.
III.
Men talk of Plots, this might been worse for any thing I know,
Than that Tomkins, and Chalenour, was hang'd for long ago:
But as our Parliament from that, themselves strangely defended;
So still they do discover Plots; before they be intended.
IV.
For neither Man, Woman, nor Child, will say, I'm confident,
They ever heard it speak one word against the Parliament▪
T'had Letters about it some says, or else it had been freed;
'Fore-God I'le take my Oath, that it could neither write nor read.
V.
The Committee said, Verily to Popery 'twas bent,
For ought I know it might be so, for to Church it never went:
What with Excise, and other loss, the Kingdom doth begin
To think you'l leave 'em ne're a Cross, without Door, nor within.
VI.
Methinks the Common-Council should of it have taken pity,
'Cause good old Cross, it always stood so strongly to the City:
Since Crosses you so much disdain, Faith if I was as you,
For fear the King should Rule again, I'd pull down Tyburn too.

MEDIVS.

15 [...] UNdone! un╌done! the Lawyers are; they wander about the Town, and cannot find the [...] way to Westminster, now Charing-Cross is down: At the end of the Strand they make a stand, swearing they [...] are at a loss; and chafing, say, That's not the way, they must go by Charing-Cross.

BASSVS.

15 [...] UNdone! un╌done! the Lawyers are, they wander a╌bout the Town, and cannot find the [...] way to Westminster, now Charing-Cross is down: At the end of the Strand they make a stand, swearing they [...] are at a loss; and chafing, say, That's not the way, they must go by Charing-Cross.

[An Italian Ayre.]

A. 3. Voc.

CANTUS.

16 [...] Mor╌ta╌li che fate, che fa╌te Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Tracu╌ra╌ti [...] non pen sa╌te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen sa╌te, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, [...] non pen╌se╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che [...] fa╌te, che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te. [...] non pen sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che favte, Mor╌ta╌li che [...] fa╌te, che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te.

MEDIUS.

16 [...] MOr╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fa╌te Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, [...] Tracu╌ra╌ti non pen-sa-te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri,

BASSUS.

16 [...] MOr╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fa╌te Mor╌ta╌li che fate, Tracu╌r╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, [...] non pen╌sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fate Mortali che [...] fate, che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te.

[The Ginger-bread Man.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

17 [...] A Poor Soul sate sighing near a Ginger-bread Stall, Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! with his [...] Hands in his Pockets, his Head on the Wall; Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! You Pye-wives of Smithfield, what [...] would you be at, who talks of Plumb-pudding, here's better than that; for here's Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh!

BASSVS.

17 [...] A Poor Soul sate sighing near a Ginger-bread Stall, Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! with his [...] Hands in his Pockets, his Head on the Wall; Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! You Pye-wives of Smithfield, what [...] would you be at, who talks of Plumb-pudding, here's better than that; for here's Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh!

[The Infallible Doctor.] Sung by Mr. Reading.

18 [...] FRom France, from Spain, from Rome I come, and from all Parts of Christendom, for to cure all [...] strange Diseases, come take Physick he that pleases: Come ye broken Maids that scatter, and can ne╌ver [...] hold your water, I can teach you it to keep; and other things are very meet, as, Groaning backward in your sleep.

Come any ugly dirty Whore,
That is at least Threescore, or more,
Whose Face and Nose stands all awry,
As if you'd fear to pass her by;
I can make her plump and young,
Lusty, lively, and also strong;
Honest active, fit to weed,
And can recall her Maiden-head:
All this is done as soon as said.
If any Man has got a Wife,
That makes him weary of his Life,
With Scolding, cajouling, in the house,
As tho' the Devil was turned loose;
Let him but repair to me;
I can cure him presently:
With one Pill I'le make her civil,
And rid her Husband of that Evil,
Or send her headlong to the Devil.
The Pox, the Palsey, and the Gout,
Pains within, and Achs without,
There is no Disease, but I
Can find a present Remedy:
Broken Legs and Arms, I'm sure,
Are the easiest Wounds I cure;
Break your Neck, I'le set it again,
Or ask you nothing for my pain.
Or if any Man has not,
The heart to fight against the Scot,
I'le put him in one, if he be willing,
Shall make him fight, and ne're fear killing:
Or any Man that has been dead
Seven long years, and buried;
I can him to Life restore,
And make him as sound as he was before,
Else never let him trust me more.
If any Man desire to live
A thousand Ages, let him give
Me a thousand Pounds, and I
Will warrant him Life, unless he dye;
Nay more, I'le teach him a better trick
Shall keep him well, if he ne're be sick:
But if I no Money see,
And he with Diseases troubled be,
Then he may thank himself, not me,

Alone. [The Milk-maid's Health.]

A Cambridge Catch.

19 [...] HEre's a Health to the Milk-maid Boys, a-pox of those Toys, are made up of [...] Paint, and false Tyres; here's a Wench for our use, whose friend╌ly Juice gives warmth to our [...] Blood, but no Fires.

[Now drink off the Tail.]

CHORVS. 3 Voc.

[...] Turn her up, turn her up Boy, if her Tail chance to heat, and to fool ye; 'tis but tur╌ning her [Now drink off the pail] [...] Turn her up Boy, if her Tail chance to heat, and to fool ye; 'tis but [...] Turn her up Boy, if her Tail chance to heat, and to fool ye; [Page] [...] down Boys, she has that on her Head that will cool ye. [...] tur╌ning her down Boys, she has that on her Head that will cool ye. [...] 'tis but tur╌ning her down Boys, she has that on her Head that will cool ye.

The occasion of this Song, was upon a small piece of Plate at the Rose Tavern in Cambridge, being made in the form of a Milk-maid, containing two Drinking-Cups, the Pail on her head, and her Tail below, commonly called, The Milk-maids Boul.

[...]
[...]
[...]
A. 3. Voc.

CANTVS.

20 [...] SIR E╌gla╌more, that valiant Knight, Fa la, lan╌ky down dil╌ly; he took up his Sword, and he [...] went to fight, Fa la, lan╌ky down dil╌ly: And as he rode o're Hill and Dale, all Armed with a [...] Coat of Male, Fa la la, la la la, lanky down dil╌ly.

There leap'd a Dragon out of his Den,
That had slain God knows how many Men;
But when she saw Sir Eglamore,
Oh that you had but heard her roar!
Then the Trees began to shake,
Horse did tremble, Man did quake;
The Birds betook them all to peeping,
Oh! 'twould have made one fall a weeping.
But all in vain it was to fear,
For now they fall to't, fight Dog, fight Bear;
And to't they go, and soundly fight
A live-long day, from morn' till night.
This Dragon had on a plaguy Hide,
That could the sharpest Steel abide;
No Sword could enter her with cuts,
Which vex'd the Knight unto the Guts.
But as in Choler he did burn,
He watch'd the Dragon a great good turn;
For as a yawning she did fall,
He thrust his Sword up Hilt and all.
Then like a Coward she did fly
Unto her Den, which was hard by;
And there she lay all night and roar'd,
The Knight was sorry for his Sword.
But riding away, he cries, I forsake it,
He that will fetch it, let him take it.

MEDIVS.

20 [...] SIR Eglamore, that valiant Knight, Fa la la la lan╌ky down dilly; he took up his Sword, and he [...] went to fight, Fa la la la lan╌ky down dilly: And as he rode o're Hill and Dale, all Armed with a [...] Coat of Male, Fa la la la la la la la la la, lanky down dil╌ly.

BASSVS.

20 [...] SIR Eglamore, that valiant Knight, Fa la lanky down dilly; he took up his Sword, and he went to fight, [...] Fa la lan╌ky down dil╌ly: And as he rode o're Hill and Dale, all Armed with a Coat of Male, Fa [...] la la la la, la la la la la, Fa la la lanky down dil╌ly.

[A Tavern Song, or The Hectors of Holborn.]

A. 2. Voc.

21 [...] CAll up the Master, oh! this is fine! he brags of many rare Nectors, Liquors of Life, and Soft. [...] sends the bad Wine, to us the Cocks of the Hectors; To us the Cocks of the Hectors: Wine, in which Soft. [...] Flies were drown'd the last Summer, but hang't, let it pass, here's a Health in a Rummer; But hang't, let it [...] pass, here's a Health in a Rummer. Old Hectors are we, and London's New Troy, fill us more Wine, more Wine; Master. [...] Ha Drawer, Boy! speak in the Dolphin, speak in the Swan; Draw'r, Draw'r! a╌non Sir, a╌non! [...] George, George! Ralph, Ralph! go speak in the Star; the Recining's unpaid; We'l pay't at the Bar. [Page] Master. [...] A Quart of Claret in the Miter, score; the Hectors are Ranting, Tom! shut the Door: The Skirmish be╌gins,beware Pates and Shins; the Piss-pot runs down, and the Candles are out, the Glasses are broken, the [...] Pots fly about. George! Ralph! speak in the Che╌quer, By and by; Ro╌bin is wounded, the Hectors do fly; [...] Call for the Constable, let in the Watch, these Hectors of Holborn shall meet with their match. At midnight you [...] send the Justice among us; but all the day long you did us the wrong, when for Varinus you sent up Mundungus. [...] Your Rec'nings are large, your Bottles are small, still changing your Wine as fast as we call; your Canary has [...] Lime in't, your Claret has Stum, tell the Constable this, and then let him come.

A. 3. Voc.

22 [...] AS it fell on a Holy-day, as it fell on a Holy-day, and upon a Holy-tide a, and up╌on a Holy-tide a, and upon a Holy-tide a.

II.
And when John Dory to Paris was come,
A little before the Gate a;
John Dory was fitted, the Porter was witted,
To let him in threat a.
III.
The first Man that John Dory did meet,
Was good King John of France a;
John Dory could well of his courtesie,
But fell down in a Trance a.
IV.
A Pardon, a Pardon, my Liege and King,
For my merry Men, and for me a;
And all the Churls in merry England,
I'le bring them all bound to thee a.
V.
Sir Nichol was then a Cornish man,
A little beside Bohide a;
And he mann'd forth a good black Bark,
With fifty good Oars on a side a.
VI.
Run up my Boy, unto the main Top,
And look what thou canst spy a;
Who ho! who ho! a goodly Ship I do see,
I trow it be John Dory a.
VII.
Thy hoist their Sails, both top and top,
The Meisein and all was try'd a;
And every Man stood to his Lot,
What ever should betide a.
VIII.
The Roaring Cannons then were ply'd,
And Dub-a-dub went the Drum a;
The sounding Trumpets loud they cry'd,
To 'courage both all and some a.
IX.
The grappling Hooks were brought at length,
The brown Bill, and the Sword a;
John Dory at length, for all his Strength,
Was clap'd fast under Board a.

A Second Part of John Dory, made to the same Tune, upon Sir John S— Expedition into Scotland, 1639.

I.
SIr John got him an embling Nag,
To Scotland for to ride a;
With a hundred Horse more than his own,
To guard him each side a.
II.
No errant Knight e're went to fight,
With half so gay a Serado;
Had you seen but his Look, you'd a sworn on a Book,
He'd conquer'd a whole Armado.
III.
The Ladies run all to the Windows to see
So noble and gallent a sight a;
And as he rode by, they began to cry,
Sir John! why will you go to fight a!
IV.
But he like a cruel Knight rode on,
His Heart would not relent a;
For 'till he came there he shew'd no fear,
Why then should be Repent a?
V.
The King (God bless) had singular hopes
Of him, and all his Troop a;
The Bord'rers as they meet him o'th' way,
For joy did hollow and hoop a.
VI.
None lik'd him so well as his own Colonel,
Who took him for John Du-wart a;
But when there were shews of Gunning and Blows,
Sir John was nothing so pert a.
VII.
For when the Scotch Army came in sight,
All men were prepared to fight a;
He ran to his Tent, and ask'd what they meant▪
And swore be must needs go shite a.
VIII.
His Colonel sent for him back again,
To Quarter him in the Van a;
But Sir John did swear, he came not there
To be kill'd the very first man a.
IX.
To cure his fear, he was sent i'th' Rear,
Some ten miles back and more a;
Where he fell to play at Tray-trip for Hey,
And ne're saw the Enemy more a.

A SONG made on the Power of Women.

To the Tune of the Blacksmith.

23 [...] WILL you give me leave, and I'le tell you a Story, of what has been done by your [...] Fathers be-fore ye, it shall do you more good than ten of John Dory; which no bo╌dy can de- [...] which no bo╌dy can de╌ny.

'Tis no Story of Robin Hood, nor of his Bow-men,
I mean to demonstrate the Power of Women,
It is a Subject that's very common;
Which no body, &c.
What tho' it be, yet I'le keep my Station,
And in spite of Criticks give you my Narration,
For Women now are all in fashion;
Which no body, &c.
Then pray give me Advice as much as you may,
For of all things that ever yet bore sway,
A Woman beareth the Bell away;
Which no body, &c.
The greatest Courage that ever yet rul'd,
Was baffled by Fortune, tho' ne're so well scool'd,
But this of the Women can never be cool'd;
Which no body, &c.
I wonder from whence this Power did spring,
Or who the Devil first set up this thing,
That spares neither Peasant, Prince, nor King!
Which no body, &c.
Their Scepter doth Rule from Caesar to Rustick,
From finical Kit, to the Soldiers so lustick;
In fine, it rules all, tho' ne're so Robustick:
Which no body, &c.
For where is he that writes himself Man,
That ever saw Beauty in Betty or Nan,
But his Eyes turn'd Pimp, and his Heart trapan?
Which no body, &c.
I fain would know one of Adam's Race,
Tho' ne're so holy a Brother of Grace,
If he met a loose Sister, but he wou'd embrace;
Which no body, &c.
What should we talk of Philosophers old,
Whose Desires were hot, tho' their Nature's cold,
But in this kind of Pleasure they commonly roul'd;
Which no body, &c.
First Aristotle, that jolly old fellow,
Wrote much of Venus, but little of Bellow,
Which shew'd, he lov'd a Wench that was mellow;
Which no body, &c.
From whence do you think he derived his Study,
Produc'd all his Problems, a Subject so muddy?
'Twas playing with her — at Cuddle my Cuddy;
Which no body, &c.
The next in order, is Socrates grave,
Who triumph'd in Learning and Knowledge, yet gave
His Heart to Aspacia, and became her Slave;
Which no body, &c.
Demosthenes to Corinth he took a Voyage,
We shall scarce know the like on't, in thy Age, or my Age,
And all was for a Modicum Pyage;
Which no body, &c.
The Proverb in him a whit did not fail,
For he had those things which make Men prevail,
A Sweet Tooth, and a Liquorice Tayl;
Which no body, &c.
Lycurgus and Solon was both Law-makers,
And no Men I'm sure are such wiseacres,
To think that themselves would not be partakers;
Which no body, &c.
An Edict they made with Approbation,
If the Husband found fault with his Wives consolation,
He might take another for Procreation;
Which no body, &c.
If, the Wife found coming in short,
The same Law did right her upon her Report,
Whereby you may know, they were Lovers o'th' Sport;
Which no body, &c.
And now let us view the State of a King,
Who is thought to have the World in a String,
By a Woman is captivated; poor thing!
Which no body, &c.
Alexander the Great, who conquered all,
And wept because the World was so small,
In the Queen of the Amazon's Pit did fall;
Which no body, &c.
Antonius and Nero, and Caligula,
Were Rome's Tormenters by night and by day,
Yet Women beat them at their own Play;
Which no body, &c.

A SONG in Praise of the Dairy-maid with her Cream-Pot, and Fair Rose the Milk-maid.

To the Tune of Packington's Pound.

24 [...] LEt Wine turn a Spark, and Ale huff like a Hector, let Plu╌to drink Coffee, and Jove his rich [...] Nector; neither Sider nor Sherry, Metheglin nor Perry, shall more make me drunk, which the Vulgar call [...] Merry: These Drinks o're my Fancy no more shall prevail, but I'le take a full soop at the merry Milk-pale.

II.
In praise of a Dairy I purpose to sing,
But all things in order; first, God save the King
And the Queen, I may say,
That ev'ry May-day
Has many fair Dairy-maids all fine and gay:
Assist me, fair Damsels, to finish this Theme,
And inspire my Fancy with Strawberries and Cream.
III.
The first of fair Dairy-maids, if you'l believe,
Was Adam's own Wife, your Great Grandmother Eve;
She milk'd many a Cow,
As well she knew how,
Tho' Butter was not then so cheap as 'tis now:
She hoarded no Butter nor Cheese on a Shelf,
For Butter and Cheese in those days made it self.
IV.
In that Age or Time there was no damn'd Money,
Yet the Children of Israel fed on Milk and Honey;
No Queen you could see,
Of the highest degree,
But would milk the brown Cow with the meanest she:
Their Lambs gave them Clothing their-Cows gave them Meat,
In a plentiful Peace all their Joys were compleat.
V.
But now of the making of Cheese we shall treat,
That Nurser of Subjects, bold Britain's chief Meat;
When they first begin it,
To see how the Rennet
Begets the first Curd, you would wonder what's in it:
Then from the blue Whey, when they put the Curds by,
They look just like Amber, or Clouds in the Sky.
VI.
Your Turkey Sherbet, and Arabian Tea,
Is Dish-water stuff to a Dish of new Whey;
For it cools Head and Brains,
Ill Vapours it drains,
And tho' your Guts rumble, 'twill ne're hurt your Brains:
Court Ladies i'th' morning will drink a whole Pottle,
And send out their Pages with Tankard and Bottle.
VII.
Thou Daughter of Milk, and Mother of Butter,
Sweet Cream thy due Praises, now shall I utter?
For when at the best,
A thing's well exprest,
We are us'd to reply, That's the Cream of the Jest:
Had I been a Mouse, I believe in my Soul,
I had long since been drowned in a Cream-boul.
VIII.
The Elixir of Milk is the Dutch-man's delight,
By motion and tumbling thou bringest to light;
But oh! the soft Stream,
That remains of the Cream,
Old Morpheus ne're tasted so sweet in a Dream:
It removes all Obstructions, depresses the Spleen,
And makes an old Band like a Wench of Fifteen.
IX.
Amongst the rare Virtues that Milk does produce,
A thousand more Dainties are daily in use;
For a Pudding I'le tellye.
E're it goes in the Belly,
Must have of good Milk, both the Cream and the Jelly:
For a dainty fine Pudding without Cream or Milk,
Is like a Citizen's Wife without Satin or Silk.
X.
In the Virtues of Milk, there's more to be muster'd,
The charming Delights of Cheese-cake and Custard;
For at [...]-Court
You can have no sport,
Unless you give Custards and Cheese-cakes for't:
And what's the Jack-Pudding that makes you to laugh,
Unless he hath got a great Custard to quaff.
XI.
Both Pancakes and Fritters of Milk have good store,
But a Devonshire Whitepot requires much more;
No state you can think,
Tho' you study and weak,
From the lusty Saok-posset, to the poor Posset-drink:
But Milk's the Ingredient, tho' Sack's ne're the worse,
For 'tis Sack makes the Man, tho' Milk makes the Nurse.
XII.
But now I shall treat of a Dish that is cool,
A Rich-clouted Cream, or a Gooseberty-Fool;
A Lady I heard tell,
Not far off did dwell,
Made her Husband a Fool, and yet pleas'd him full well:
Give thanks to the Dairy-maid then every Lad,
That from good-natur'd Women such Fools may be had.
XIII.
When the Damsel has got the Cow's Teat in her hand,
How she merrily sings, whilst smiling I stand;
Then with pleasure I rub,
Yet impatient I scrub,
When I think of the Blessings of a Syllabub:
Oh Dairy-maids! Milk-maids! such Bliss ne're oppose
If e're you'l be happy, I spake under the Rose.
XIV.
This Rose was a Maiden once of your Profession,
'Till the Rake and the Spade had taken possession;
At length it was said,
That one Mr. Ed╌mond,
Did both dig and sow in her Parsly-bed:
But the Fool for his labour deserves not a Rush,
For grafting a Thistle upon a Rose-bush.
XV.
Now Milk-maids take warning by this Maidens fall,
Keep what is your own, and then you keep all;
Mind well your Milk-pan,
And ne're touch a Man,
And you'l still be a Maid, let him do what he can:
I am your Well-wisher, then list' to my word,
And give no more Milk than the Cow can afford.

[Tom of Bedlam: As it was sung at the Theater.]

For a Bass alone.

25 [...] FOrth from the dark and dismal Cell, or from the deep A╌byss of Hell; mad Tom is come to [...] view the World again, to see if he can cure his distemper'd Brain: Fears and Cares oppress my Soul, [...] hark how the an╌gry Fu╌ries howl! Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad, to see poor angry Tom of [...] Bedlam mad. Through the World I wander night and day to find my stragling Senses, in an angry mood I [...] met old Time, with his Pentateuch of Tenses: When me he spies, a╌way he flies, for Time will stay for [...] no Man; in vain with Cries, I rend the Skies, for Pi╌ty is not common. Cold and comfort. [Page] [...] less I lye, Help! help! oh help! or else I dye! Hark, I hear Apollo's Team, the Carman' gins to whistle, [...] Chat Di╌a╌na bends her Bow, and the Boar begins to bristle: Come Vulcan with Tools and with [...] Tackles, to knock off my troublesom Shackles; bid Charles make ready his Wain, to bring me my [...] Senses a╌gain.

II.
Last night I heard the Dog-Star bark,
Mars met Venus in the dark;
Lymping Vulcan heat an Iron Bar,
And furiously made at the Great God of War.
Mars with his Weapon laid about,
Lymping Vulcan had got the Gout;
His broad Horns did hang so in his light,
That he could not see to aim his blows aright.
Mercury, the nimble Post of Heaven,
Stood still to see the Quarrel;
Gorrel-belly'd Bacchus, Gyant-like,
Bestrid a Strong-beer Barrel:
To me he drank, I did him thank,
But I could drink no Sider;
He drank whole Buts, 'till he burst his Guts,
But mine was ne're the wider,
Poor Tom is very dry,
A little Drink for Charity!
Hark! I hear Acteon's Hounds,
The Huntsman hoops and hollows;
Ringwood, Rockwood, Jowler, Bowman,
All the Chase doth follow.
The Man in the Moon drinks Claret,
Eats powder'd Beef, Turnep, and Carret;
But a Cup of Malaga Sack
Will fire the Bush at his Back

A Song in the Play of Henry the Fourth.

[...]

26 [...] I keep my Horse, I Keep my Whore I take no Rent, yet am not poor; I travel all the Land about. [...] and yet was born to ne're a foot: With Partridge plump, and Woodcock, fine, I often do at Midnight dine; [...] and if my Whore be not in case, my Hostice's Daughter takes her place. The Maids sit up, and [...] take their turns, if I stay long, the Tapster mourns; the Cook-maid has no mind to sin, tho' tempted [...] by the Chamberlain: But if I knock, oh how they brustle! the Ostlers yawn, the Geldings justle; and [...] if the Maid but sleep, oh how they curse her! and all this comes of, De╌li╌ver your Purse, Sir.

FINIS.

A new Additional Sheet to the CATCH-BOOK.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

1 [...] LET the A╌mo╌rous Coxcomb a╌dore a fine Face, an hour's En╌joy╌ment makes him [...] look like an Ass; let the am╌bi╌tious Fop to Ho╌nour a╌spire, he burns with a torment of [...] boundless Desire; and let the old Miser hoard up his curs'd Pelf, he en╌ri╌ches his Bags, but he [...] beggers himself: The Lo╌ver ambitious, and Miser are Fools, there is no so╌lid Joy but in [...] jolly full Bowls.

[A Catch.]

A. 4. Voc.

2 [...] THe Macedon Youth left behind him this Truth, That nothing was done with much thinking; he [...] drank, and he fought, and he got what he sought, and the World was his own by fair drinking: He [...] wash'd his great Soul in a plen╌ti╌ful Boul, he cast a╌way Trouble and Sorrow; his Mind did not [...] run of what was to be done, for he thought of to day, not to morrow.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

3 [...] WHen V and I together meet, we make up 6 in House Street; yet I and V may meet once [...] more, and then we 2 can make but 4: But when that V and I am gone, alas! poor I can make but one.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

4 [...] THe Millers Daughter ri╌ding to the Fair, without a Saddle up╌on a scur╌vy Mare; cry'd, [...] Oh Mother, I'm quite undone, I'm quite done, I'm all, all o'regrown with Hair! Away you silly Daughter, 'tis [...] ev'╌ry She's concern, and if you won't believe me, look here, look here, here, look here, here, look here, [...] look here, here, and you may learn; then taking her aside, she made the matter plain, O╌h Mother, you're [...] ten times worse! Oh, you're ten times worse! you're ten times worse! you're ten times worse! why sure, you rid up╌on the Main!

A. 2. Voc.

[ALTVS.]

5 [...] VAin are thy Charms, fair Creature! I forbear to in╌voke Eu╌cha╌ri╌a; vain are thy [...] Charms, fair Creature! I for╌bear to invoke Eu╌cha╌ri╌a, lest she grant my Pray'r: He dear╌ly [...] buys his Life in a Disease, who has froward Children, and a Wife to please; he dear╌ly [...] buys his Life in a Disease, who has fro╌ward Children, and a Wife to please.

[BASSVS.]

[...] 5 VAin are thy Charms, fair Creature! I forbear to invoke Eu╌cha╌ria, lest she [...] grant my Pray'r; to in╌voke Eu╌cha╌ria, lest she grant my Pray'r: He dear╌ly buys his Life [...] in a Disease, who has froward Children, and a Wife to please; he dear╌ly buys his Life [...] in a Disease, who has froward Children, and a Wife to please.

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