The Noble Prodigal, OR, The young Heir newly come to his Estate.
A new Medly of six Ayres.
Who very kindly doth invite you all,
To feast upon his Fathers funerall.
First Ayr. The Jews Corant.
LEt's call and drink the Cellar dry,
There's nothing sober underneath the sky
The greatest Kingdoms in confusion lye,
Since all the world grow mad, why may not I?
my Fathers dead, and I am frée
he left no children in the world but me.
the Divel drank him down with usury
and Ile repine in liberality.
When first the English war began
He was p [...]ecisely a politick man,
That gain'd his state by Sequestration
till Oliver began
to come with sword in hand and put him to the run
Then jovial Lads who are undone
So by the Father come home to the Son,
Whom wine and musick now do wait upon
he'l tipple up a tun,
and drink your woes away, jolly hearts come on come on
Second Ayr. Princess Royal.
Here's a health to him that may
do a trick that shall
advance you all
And beget a very jovial day.
Fill another bowl to hée[?]
Who hath drank by stealth
his Landlords health
If his spirit and his tongue agrée
the Land shall celebrate his fame,
all the world enbalm his name,
not a right good fellow,
but will satisfie the same.
The bells full merrily shall ring
All the town shall dance and sing
more delights then I can tell ye
When we sée this noble Spring,
wee'l have Ladies by the belly
and snatch at at o'ther thing.
The third Ayer. Come hither my own sweet Duck.
WEe's aw be merry and jolly,
quaff carouse and réel
Wee's play with Peggy and Molly
dance and kiss, and féell,
Wee's put up the Bag-pipe & Organ,
and make the Welch Harper to play,
Till Mauris ap Shon ap Morgan
fisk as on St. Taffies day.
Hold up Jinny.
Piper come play us up a Spring
all you that have musick in ye
Tipple, dance, and sing.
Fourth Ayer. French Tricatees.
Let de French Mounseiur come and swear
Begar Mounseiur,
Dis is de ting vee long to hear
So many a year,
Dancing vill be lookt upon,
Now de man of Yron is gone,
Me glad his dancing day be done.
When de flower de luces grows
With de Enlish Crown and Rose
Dat's very good as we suppose
De French can live vithout de nose,
Fifth Ayr. French Tricatees.
Spain and England then,
like men,
Shall love and make a League agen,
Holland Boors shall quaff,
and laugh,
Poor Irish swim in Usquebaugh,
James and Jinnikin
touch the Minnikin
Drink till all the Sky look blew,
by this swéet change
Wonders shall ensue.
almost as strange
As Scotland to be true.
Sixth Ayr. A new Country-dance.
No Drayman shall wish his dul féet appear
Lord in the Common-weal,
Or Iesuits in the Pulpit appear;
under a Cloak of zeal
Mucleian[?] never be noted
for wandring men of ease,
But they shall be finely Coated
& permitted to sing what they please
If all things do but hit well as
who knows but so t'may be,
Though now you be very zealous
then you'l laugh and be marry as we