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THE
GENTLEMAN'S
BOTTLE-COMPANION,
CONTAINING
A COLLECTION
O F
C u motjs, Uncok mo n, and Humou r o u s
SONGS:
Most of which are ORIGINALS.
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CON TENTS.
Page,
AS Cyder Nan fat by her tub t
A number of tradesmen one day did combine 2
A little black thing fat ba a ©u-fhing I r
As Phillis tbe gay 25
As I was going down by a wood high 28
As friiky Sue Welneet was fet in her flail 37
Away to the copfe, to the copfe lead away 64
Behold a brave hero, a hero behold 47
Bet. Wymes, of Wedderby the pride 55
Beauing, belling, dancing, drinking 62
Brother Soldier ! did you hear the news 6$
Contented I am, and contented I'll he 30/
r:V;r Lady, lay your lovely legs nflride 5/V
fli iciFyou a (lory ofj.uk and Nan 31
l\n a hole, tho* but narrow, when firll I am try V 33
In pcrjance for pafl folly 35
I ha e a tenement to let 41
In wine there is all that in life you can name ^4
jViis Kitty fte went to her chamber one day 60
Mortals, wifely learn to meafiire yj
New Europe er joy's a rcpofe from the wars 12
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CONTENTS.
Page,
Not far from town a country fquke 29
One morning on the park parade j
Of all the occupations 69
Petrella is lovely, fhe's charming and gay 12
Pufli about the brifk glafs, I proclaim him an afs 45:
Some coblers turn poets to ferve their good friends 9
Save women and wine there is nothing in life 49
Six long years I have ferv'd of my time 59
The ape, the lion, the fox and the afs 16
There was an old woman liv'd under a hill 19
*Twas on a certain day 2X
The gentry to the King's head go 32
To think on one's follies ibmetimes is but right 49
There was three merry men came from the eafl 57
The hounds are all out 6 J
Vulcan, contrive me fuch a cup 5 f
We have it by tradition told 5
With women and wine I defy evVy cat* 51
You may fay what you will but Belinda's too tall 4
¥e maidens fair,- I pray draw near 1 J
Young Venus, the good eft of beauty and love 23
Ye bucks far and near 26
Ye froiickfome fparks of the town 52
Ye pr:ggs who are troubled with conference's qualms 53
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G E N T L E M' A N * S
BOTTLE-COMPANION, 6*.
SONG L
i.
AS Oyfter Nan Fat by her tub,
To (how a vicious inclination,
She gave her nobler part a fcrub,
And iigh'dfor want of copulation*
A vintner of no little fame,
Who charming red and white can fell yt9
OhfervM the little dirty dame
As (he fat fcratching of her belly.
IL
Come in fays he,' yon dirty flat,
I've found a rare convenient minute j
I'll eafe the itching of your Scut,
Or elfe fome greedy devil's in it!
At which the flat-cap form'd a [mile,
And fain wou'd blufh, but ah ! fhe tou'd not;
Alas! fays fhe, we're alibeguii'd,
By men to dt> the thing we fiiou'd net,
III.
There was a room behind the bar,
As is by common fame reported,
Where, on a Turky leather chair,
This Joying couple fondly (ported,
Till being call'd by company,
A$ he was taking pains to pleafe her,
I'm coming, coming. Sir, faid he!
And fo—h- - am I, my dear> faid fhe, Sir.
IV,
Her mole-hill belly fwell'd apace,
And grew a mountain quickly after,
And when the little moufe crept out,
Od*zooks it caus'd a woundy laughter:
But now fhe*s learn'd the pleafing game,
Tho* fo much fhame and care *t has coft herf
She frequently repeats the fame,
And it opes snd ihuts jufl like an oyiier*
SONG II.
L
A Number of tradfmen one day did combine,
■^ •* With a rum-ti dum, tum*ti dum terro,
To the beft of their (kill, to make fomething divine,
With a row»de dow> row-de dow derro,
The
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The firft was a Carpenter, he thought it fit,
With a rum-ti dum, 8cc.
With a bonny broad axe to give it a flit,
With a row-de dow, 8cc,
III.
The next was a Mercer, fo neat and fa trim,
With a rum-ti dum, &c.
And he with red fattin did line it within,
With a row-de dow, &c.
IV.
Then in came a Furrier, fo bold and fo ft out,
With a vum-tl dam, &e,
And he with a bear-ikin did fur it about,
With a row-de dow, &c.
V.
The Fifhmonger next, and he was full bent,
With a rum-ti d'um, Sec.
With ling and red herring to give it afcent,
With a row-de dow, Sec.
VI.
Then in came a Parfon, fo bold arid fo bluj*f,
With his rum-u dum, &c,
And to make it a chriittan he call'd it a C—>
With a row-de dow &c«
A a
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SONG HI.
The Fat BEAUTY.
Tune, A CohUr tktrs was, &c.
J,
"yOU may fay what you wii!,but Belinda's too tail,
-*- And Stella's nil bone, and her fhape is too fmall;
Dear Cloe's my wi(h, tho* extenfive her charms,
Tho* the front of her Hays is too wide for my arms 5
Derry down, &c,
II.
Tis certain Mifs Lucy's a fweet little dear,
And Zephyrs fpring odours when Fanny is near s
But Cloe's all fweetnefs, by nature defign'd,
You might call her a hogfhead of double rehVd :
Derry down, &c«
III.
When (lie dances, then leaps my fond heart like a frogs
When with raptures I prefs her, I'm loft: in a fog j
I leg for a kifs, while my vows I renew,
And imbibe half a pint of ambrofidi dew :
Derry down, kc^
IV.
Some nymphs have angelical fweetnefg and grace,
But Cloe has rather a cherubim's face,
ihe's always flection, good-natur'd and free,
And only gives pain when {he. fits on my knee:
Derry down, Sec
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V.
I have oft over-leard the ill-natur'd expreflion,
That beauty fo bulky mud pall in pofTeffion %
In his notion that critic is furely milled,
For love's flame by her fat will be constantly fed :
Dsrrydown, &c.
VI.
Let hift'ries, let news-papers, magazines prove,
The dangers that wait upon rivals in love;
E'en let 'em proceed, it fhall ne'er give me pain,
Since we all fhall find more than our arms can contains
Dcrry down, &c.
Vlf.
I Hart not as tim'rous fribbfes have done,
ht the fubflance of three or four females in one j
Firft balance her weight with his Majefty 's coin,
Then let the dear ponderous charmer be mine;
Derry down^ &c»
SONG IV.
The LITTLE MAN.
I.
flJE have it by tradition told
* * That Jove, for man's creation^
Mix*d up a fwinging heap of mould*
^nd gave it due formation,
h J When
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When all was done, a little mould
Was left, and rather than, Sir,
He'd throw the lead of it away,.
He made a little man, Sir,
J*.
Then fro n Olympus top, around
The earth his eyes he caft, Sir,
And to his joy all fmiling found,
Save him whom he made laft, Sir:
Says Jove, what makes you frown and fig!* ?
The reftare p!eafant all, Sir,
So, fays the little man, fhou'd I,
If I were full as tall, Sir.
III.
Where'er I go I'm made the feoff
Of ev'ry flirting gipfey,
They point me nut, they fneer and laugk
As if they all were tipfey ;
The males, they laugh at me, alas l
The females too, they rig me,
And cry, behold where'er I pafs,
There goes the little pigmy I
IV,
The cafe, fays Jove, is hard I find,
However, I'll ftrire to pleafe ye,
I've yet a little mould behind
Will make the matter eafy:
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Then Wiving fcrapM up all the moulcl,
Tlut fcatter'd lay here and there, Sir,
Like dupalma-plaifter roll'd,
He plac'd it you know where, Sir.
V.
So now thou art as good, fays Jore,
As any, tho' the lmalleft,
The females fee, as well thou'ltmov©
Asthofe that are the tailed.
In this 'tis plain J >ve rightly guefs'd;
For e'er fiiice the creation,
Women love little men the bed
In ads of procreation.
SO N G V.
DOORYLING,
I.
/^XNE morning on the park parade
^S To view the troops, up trips a maid 5
The Captain came in fcarlct pride,
She boldly march'd by a foldier's fide,
Prepare, fays he ; I'm here, fays (lie,
And ready for you and your company,
I'll warrant I'll give you as good as your bring
If you dare engage with my Dooryling I
IF.
Then as flte cad her eyes about,
She faw a piper peeping out,
Behind
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Behind liim two little drummers lay;
His pipe (lie feiz'd and began to play j
The drummers before kept fafl the tent door,
And beat the preparative o'er and o'er,
Till at length fhe could keep them no longer in,
And they beat a retreat from her Dooryling,
III.
The Captain went, the Lieutenant came,
Prefented his pike and fainted the dame,
Then boldly advancing fword in hand,
Beg'd (he'd obey the word of command ;
Have a care, fays he, of the rear, fays (lie,
To the right and left open, my dear, fays he,
Here*s room (he reply\J, if you dare enter in.,
And quarters good in my Dooryling*
IV.
The Engineer, rcfolv'd too'ercome,
Alojig with him brought two (hells to his bumf
The fiege began, unmalk'd (he lay,
He quickly gainfd the cover'd way \
He batter'd the breach, but mift'd his reach,
His faggot too fmall could not fill up the ditch j
She off with difdain did the Engineer (ling,
And bid him be gone from her Oooryling.
V.
The Chap'ain came as a Chaplain (houM,
Like true platoon, kneel'd, ftoop'd and flood,
He fill'd up the trend* with a faggot of length,
And rammed in his charge with 4 ramrod of ftren
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As you were, fays he ; there, there, fays flu? j
Dear do&or you preach true divinity ;
When you handle your text I pray you ftep in
And a pulpit make of my Dooryling.
SONG VL
The STIFF-STANDING MEMBER'
I.
QOME coblers turn poets toferve their good friends,
^-* Some members turn coblers to ferve their by-ends 1
Good L—d ! what mean notions in thofc coblers lurk#
To rob a poor man of all cobling work :
Derry down, &c#
II.
1 hope you'll take care of a generous choice,
And keep up your honours in giving your voices
For the man that can buy you, he will alfo fell
Therefore choofe a member that will fenc you well;
Derry down, &c,
III.
Pray ufe your endeavours with all the fwect-hearts
To choofe out a man of good natural parti:
This midv.ius and nurfes do truly advifc 5
For if parts are wanting a man cannot rife ;
Derry down, &c.
IV.
l*m a freeman niyfelf, thanks to my good f riend,
I not only ftand, but $m ready to fpend 1
Ani
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And could you have more to defend the juft laws
Than to empty my bags in my country's caufc :
Derry down, &*«
V.
I ftand by myfelf, tho* by you I am raisM,
And when I (land (lifly by you I am prais'd ;
This general maxim you cannot think wrong,
That the body *% not weak when the members are ftrong:
Derry down, &c.
VI.
Of the balance of Britain you need not defpair,
If all members like me would fplit but the hair*
Not lean to each party, nor be led aftray,
But pu(h at all things in a middling way ;
Derry down, See.
VIU
A member more humble you cannot employ j
Jn a little thatch *d houfe is my principal joy,
Which with raptures I enter, but quit with concern,
And unlefs I can ftand, nought avails my return :
Derry down, &c
VIII.
Some members no fooner into the houfe get,
But ftrait fell their votes and will pay noju(rdebt>
AH itich men of honour will fa ear black is white,
But a fliff-ftantling member pays a bill upon fight:
Derry down, &c#
SONG
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SONG VIL
Tune* Black Jehu
I.
A Little black thing fit on a cu-fhing,
It was hairy without, and wis toothlefs within ?
With a fall, tali, &ۥ
II.
A piper and two little drummers came there,
And knocked at the door that was cover'd with hair *
With a fail, lali, fee.
III.
The piper went In and be jigg'd it about,
While the two little drummers kept drumming with*
out s With a fall, lall, tee*
IV.
The piper came out not as he went in,
For he beat out his brains, and was ft rip t of his fkln i
With a fall, lail, tec*
V.
The piper had better been out of the wayf
And not been fo fond to f-u-c-t .•
With a fall, tall, fc*
VI
But pray who wouM not in the piper's place be#
To enjoy fuch a pretty black c-u-n-t ••
With a Fall,lall, &*
SON&
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SONG VIII.
i.
PETRELLA islovely, (he's charming and gay *
is ripe as the autumn, as buxom as May,
I'll not flng of her lips, or her eyes, 'tis all farce,
My heart was quite whole till I faw her white a—e :
Sing white a—e, &c.
II.
When I fpy'd the dear tuft that's between her white
thighs,
i_ charms likefwift lightning ftraight flauVdinmy eyes
O whatfwelling and throbbing then itiffen'd my C—
But the gipfey foon fpy'd me and pull'd down her fmock
Her fmock, &<s
in
If fuch rapturous pleafures arife from bare fight,
What joys muft he feel who poffefTes at night ?
So, dearefk Petrella, look kind on your fwain,
Who without the fweet bleiling muil linger in pain*
Look kind, &c.
SONG IX.
The UNIVERSAL TOAST.
Tune, A Coiler there was, Sec*
r
Tk TOW Europe enjoys a repofe from the wars,
«** ^ And fair fae'd commanders fleep fearlefs of fears ;
Lads, lifl under love ; come, your leiFons I'll teach,
Advance to tile breaft-work, and batter the breach :
Derry down, Sec.
'Tis
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II.
Tis Venus commands, for engagement prepare,
In Cupid's companions our foes are all fair ;
As fair letiis fight and mike proper fcizure,
Here'* a health to our er-lgn, the ftandard of pleafui e;
Derry down, &c«
III.
The wirti of the fportfma- (hall fir ft be recounted,
Like him, each fair lady loves well to be mounted :
The lover in his toaft has likewife a (hare,
For he, huntfman-like, is for feizing the hair:
Derry down, &c#
IV.
Ye fportfmen whofe ftomachs for feeling are fit,
Call the cook here, we'll give him four hams oa a
fpit;
And left you (hould think yourfelves not fully fitted,
Here's the meat which Left bails itfelf when Yis Left
fpitted :
Derry down, Szct
V.
Come, my lads, to your lips the brimming glafs lift;,
Way we never want courage when put to a fhift ;
And that we a.ay never of happrnefs mlfs,
May we kifs whom we pleafe, and ft ill pieafe whom
we kifs :
D:-rry«down, Ccc.
VI.
May our miftredes always be pleas'd torcceive,
And carefully fave whi: we boui:teou£y give,
B And
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And when, keeping time, to depart wc are ready,
May our dying be happy, revival be fpeedy :
Derry down, &c.
VII.
One health my brave boys, with your leave I muft
teach,
In view let's have pleafure, but ne'er out of reach ;
Here's the neft in the bulb, and the bufh's bed friend,
And the bird who hi$ life in that neft loves to fpend :
Derry down, Sec.
VIII.
Here's to the ftrange pitcher that water does hold,
Tho* downwards the mouth and an hundred years old :
Here's the fight cf the Indians without tbe war-cries,
And the neft where the bird always flays till he dies %
Derry down, &c*
IX.
Let us now toaft fome female % the firft my mtife greets,
Is the Book-binder's wife who well flitches in fheets ;
Next the brown female keeper, %vho the harveft does
hand in,
And Co well does her work, not a handful leaves (land-
ing 1
Derry down, &c.
X.
Here's the Miller's wife's ciufic, worth all other tones,
IVhca the fluke is fet operand ftrong grind the (tones;
To
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To the Maker of Bafkets, his wife's worth a bottle,
Who can (trip down the bark, and yet fafe keep the
wattle:
Derry down, &c#
XL
To the lafs that's lamb-like, be a bumper replete,
Who ftill' wags her tail as (lie taftes of the teat;
Here's ring of Hans Carvel, may ev'ry buck win it,
And to all equal joy in the critical minute :
Derry down, &c.
XII.
Here's the handfome young houfe-maid, that's £1111 on
her guard,
To keep the (tones clean, and well fecur the yard ;
And her architect lifter, the joy of the people 1
Who the ftones can replace tho' die pulls down the
fteeple :
Derry dov/n, &e.
xnr.
The natural chymifl by natural heat,
The effeoce of life from fuch quarries can get j
But of all the fond females the girl I mod prize,
Is the fond full furr'd female, the judge of a fize :
Derry down, &c«
XIV.
Here's the frugal young wife who her hufband befriends^
And carefully faves what he lavifhly fpends j
Here's the fight of the fexes when both parties rally,
Here's the pretty neat playhoufe that's* built in Smock-
alley ;
Derry down, 8cc>
B a Ta
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XV,
To the Markfmao V/I16 ofttfn to (kootlhg repairs,
Who a coney can hit miiTit a thoufaml- of hairs;
Here's the wonderful root^ fit for ladies to fpan,
That grows 'twixt two ftones in the fam'd Ifle of Man:
Derry down, &c.
XVI.
Here's Bathfheba's cockpit where David flood centry,
Eve's cuftom-houfe where Adam made his'lirft entry 5
Here's the rough road of love, and the fweet water-
fall,
Here's C— in plain Englifh, that's one word for all:
Derry down, &c.
XVIL
Ye bucks once again let your glafTes be feiz'd,
Here's the eye that weeps rnofl when mofi it is pleas'd;
And ft til to continue my favourite theme,
Here's to dying virginity unclioo extreme :
Derry down, &c.
SONG X.
1.
rip HE ape and the lion, the fox and the af»,
-*- Will (hew us-the life of mankind in a glaft 1
Forapilh they are 'till fifteen is gone,
M bold as the lion 'till forty and one*
M cunning as foxes 'till threefeore and ten,
And then they turn arTcs, and are eo more men,
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II.
The <3ove and the fparrow, the parrot and crow*
Will fhcw you the life of a woman alfo 5
They're mild as the dovt 'till fifteen is gone,
As wanton as fparrows Yili thirty and one $
Chatt'ring like parrots 'till threefcore and ten,
As crows are ill omens, fo women are then.
SONG XL
L
YE maidens fair, I pray draw near,
A comical ftory I'll tell you nowf
How fnicus loft his daughter dear,
Poor girl fhe was changed into a cow?
Tail, lail, lail, &c.
II.
Her father was one of the river Godsf
The waters of Severn he only look*d a*ter 1
But it had been better for him by odds,
For once to have watch'd his own daughter's water s
Tall, iali, lall, to.
III.
Her mother was one of the nymphs of the river,
The clerk of the pariih his books they do tell ;
But the beft commendation they could give her,
Was that fhe made water pafSng well:
Tail, iall, lall, to.
B 3 For
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IV.
For which one day when Jupiter found her,
That whorefome dog much giv'n to the vice s
He laid her down as flat as a flounder,
And whlpt up her maiden-bead in a trice :
Tall, lalJ, fcc,
V.
Then how to conceal it from Juno his wife,
As arrant a brim as ever was born ;
What did he do for a quiet life,
But poor lo into a cow did transform ?
TalL, lall, &c.
VI.
Not only her Giape but alfo her palate,
Was flrangely chang*d, fhc toud'nt tell how ;
For nought wou*d go down with her but a fallad;
For fhe could eat grafs as well as a cow :
Tall, lall, &c*
VIP
Alas, poor virgin ! and worfe beguil'd,
Was never maiden fure by half %
Of my confeience, inftead of getting a child,
The rafcally dog he has got ber a calf 1
Tall, lall, &c.
vm.
Now let me advife you maidens fair,
Whether in city, in country, or court %
That of this ye take an efpecial care,
That ye be jnot cow'd at the fport %
Tall, lall, frc,
And
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IX.
And all you married women will
Of this my counfel well allow,
Rather to make of the hu/band a bull,
Than fuRlr the hufband to make you a cow.
Tail, lall, lall, &c,
SONG XII.
I.
*nr^ HERE was an old woman liv'd under a bill,
"*- Lay me, love, low, low, diddle low :
And if (he's not gone—why there fhe lives fliil |
Oh, ho, is it fo, h it fa.
II.
She had a daughter whom Ihe lov'd beft,
Lay me, love, &c.
And fhe kept her at home to pleafe each gueft j
Oh, ho, &c*
III.
A foldicr by chance came riding by,
Lay me love, &c.
And he call'd for a pitcher becaufe he was dtj$
Oh, ho, &c*
IV.
That being out he call'd for another,
Lay me, love, &c.
And then he did kifs her before her mother %
Oh, ho, &c,
Jfc
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V.
He put Lis lingers under her tucker,
Lay me, love, Sec*
And whifper*d her foftly lie wanted to f—. !ier :
Oh, bo> 8cc.
VI.
Then ftraightway the old woman put them to hed %
Lay me,Jove, &c.
Where the foldier he dole her maiden-head %
Oh, ho, &c.
VII.
She clap'd her hand upon his thigh,
Lay me, love, &c.
And there did fhe feel a ftifF thing by,
Oh, ho, &c.
VIII.
My dear# fays (he, pray what call you this 1
Lay me, love, &c.
fTjs Ball, my nag—then gave her a kifs- s
Oh, ho, &c,
IX.
He clap'd his hand apon her thigh ;
Lay me, love, &c»
And there he did feel a rough thing by 5
Oh, ho, &c,
X.
My deir, fays he, pray what call you this ?
Lay me? Ipve^ &c.
A meadow of graft, love, that it is !
Oh, bo, &c.
.Aad
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XL
And in that meadow there is a well,
Lay me, love, &c.
Where Ball$ your nag, may drink his fill;
Oh, ho, &c.
XII.
But if he falls in, he cannot fwim#
Lay me, love,. &c.
Let him hold hy the grafs that grows on the brim :
Oli, ho, &ۥ
SONG XIII.
i.
m rnr* WA S on a certain day,
JL When Mars and Venus met*
They both being young and gay,
To pieafure quickly fet s
But little Cupid them efpy'd,
And watch'd 'em both fo narrow,
He cou'd not bide, hue loud he cry'd*
Come off my mother, firrah I
Sirrah, firrah, firrah,
Come off my mother, firrah.
II.
Pear Cupid, hold your tongue*
My pretty little boy ;
1*11 not your mother wrong,
&°9 go your way to play % -
Yew*
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You fee I chip her in in y army,
As if I'd thruft her thorough ;
Zounds I crys the lad, like one juft mail1,
Come off my mother, firraH !
Sirrah, &c.
III.
Dear Cupid, hold your peace,
Your mother is a woman ;
We do this for our eafe,
In all the world 'tis common :
Now if you will but give me leave,
To draw my golden arrow,
I'll give you a groat: I value it not,
Come off my mother, firrah 1
Sirrah, 5cc,
IV.
Dear Cupid this is Mars,
The famous God of battle;
All planets fear his force,
Pray ceafe your tittle tattle t
He's a God that does command,
He'll neither beg nor borrow.
Be he God, be he Devil, he ought to be civil f
Come off my mother, firrah.
Sirrah;. &c«
She
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She clapt his pouting cheeks,
And cry'd Mars* rury*t over ;
Our friendship *tis he feeks,
This fecret ne'er difcover :
He will not ftay to trouble you,
For he'll be gone to-morrow :
He may go be hang'd, be curs'd, be damn xj:
Come off my mother, fir rah J
Sirrah, &c.
SONG XIV.
NOTTINGHAM ALE.
I.
"T7"OUNG Venus the goddefs of beauty and Iov£,
-*• Arofe from the froth that fwam on the fea,
Minerva fprung out of the cranium of Jove,
A coy, fullen flut, as mod authors agree ;
Bold Bacchus, they tell us (the king of good fellows)
Was his natural fon; but attend well my tale,
For thofe who thus chatter know nought of the matter,
He fprung from a barrel of Nottingham ale.
Nottingham ale, Nottingham ale, he fprung, &c.
II.
Ye clergy fo rev'rend, priefts, deacon? and vicar3#
Attend and you'll certainly own it is true,
That Nottingham ale Is the king of all liquors,
And who underflands the good creature like you ?
'Twill
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Twill difpeh *;very vapour, fave pen, ink and paper;
When e'er you're difpos'd from *the"pulpit to rail,
'Twill open your throats, you"*!! preach without notes
When infpir'd with full bumpers of Nottingham ale.
Nottingham ale, Nottingham ale, when iufpir*d,&c.
III.
I-M the lover who talks of his flames, darts and daggers,
With Nottingham ale ply his miftrefs but hard,
1 he girl that once taftes't, 'twill tope till me daggers,
■A»ul all his paft fufFerings and hardships reward^
He miy turn her and twift her, and do what he lift
wV her^
lie has found the right way o'er her heart to prevail;
Let her take the glafs often, there*s nothing can foften
The heart of a woman like Nottingham ale,
Nottingham ale, Nottingham ale^ there's, &c«
IV,
Ye doctors who more execution have done,
With powder, with potion, with bolus and pill,
Than hangman with halter, or iuldier with gun,
Than miler with famine, or lawyer with quill;
To difpatch us the quicker, you forbid us malt-liquor,
Till our bodies grow thin and faces wax pale,
When each knows, if he pleafes, what cures all difeafes,
Is a hearty full bumper of Nottingham ale :
Nottingham ale, Nottingham ale, is a hearty, &c»
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SONG XV.
i.
\ S Fhillis the gay
-^*- At the break of the day,
Went out to the meadows a-maying,
A clown lay a-fleep
By a river fo deep,
That round in meanders was Graying.
II.
His bofom was bare,
And for whiienefs fo rare,
Her heart it was gone without warning ;
With cheeks of fuch hue,
That the rofe wet with due
Ne'er look'd half fo frefh in the morning
III.
She culi'd the new hay
And down by him (he lay ;
Herpafflon too ftrong for difguifing:
She play'd with his eyes
Till he wak'd in furprife,
And blufli'd like the fun at his riling.
IV.
She fung him a fong,
As (he lean'd on her prong,
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And relied her hand on bis ihoulddr :
She prefs'd his coy cheek
To her bofom fo fleck,
And taught his two arms to infold her.
V.
The fhepherd grew kind,
With a kifs told his mind,
And call'd her his dear and his blefllag :
Together they flray'd,
Sung, frolkk'd and piay'd ;
But what they did more there's no guefling..
SONG XVI.
Tune, Shaumhee*
I.
"TTE bucks far and near,
-*- To my fonnet give ear,
And quit the dull trouble of thinking :
A fage long ago^
Said that nothing he knew
The poor foul \va$ unftudy'd in drinking,
Dull mumbling with Plato
Or grumbling with Cat©,
Difpafllonate Holes will make us %
But the truely wife,
Such pedanticks defpife
And attend on the lectures of Bacchus*
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II.
With full wig in fine coach,
See the Doctors approach,
And mufcular mould up their faces ;
Grave— fmeil on their cane,
Apply finger to vein
And count the flow pulfe by grimaces.
Their fees firft receive,
Their opinions then give 5
With potions and motions they quack u$.s
Their prefcriptions may drain 1
But we'll fill up each vein
With the nourifhing noftrum of Bacchus,
III,
Ye bucks, when you need
With the fair to fuceeed,
With bumpers begin your love-trial 1
It emboldens the mind;
In the Ladies you'll find
It drowns all the force of denial*
Drink, drink in your prime,
Tofs a bumper to time,
He'll not make fuch hafte to o'ertake us 1
Our decay we prevent
And his wounds we cement
With the ftyptical balfam of Bacchus.
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IV,
Kem. Con. let us join
In the praife of good wine,
Whilft mifers midfl millions arc dying \
While lovers are mourning
And Ladies are feorning,
We love and death both are defying.,
Here's to the toaft,
Left our liquor be loft,
And death midft a bumper overtake ui j
To be even with him,
Fill each glafs to the brim
And die ia a bumper to Bacchus,
SONG XVII.
i.
j\ S I was a going down by a wood nigh,
-*■•*- I i'lw a red Petticoat lunging to dry \
Hanging to dry, hanging to dry :
1 faw a red Petticoat hanging to dry.
II.
I pull'd of my Breeches, and hung them hard by,
To keep the red Petticoat company :
Company, Sec.
III.
The wind it blew hard, and down they both fel],
Breeches and Petticoat into a wcO*
Into a well, &c.
Zoundi I
i\r.
Zounds ! fays the Breeches I fhall be duck*d,
I hope fayt the Petticoat I fhall be f------
I fhall be, &c.
V.
Oh how my old mother will grumble and grunt,
For want of a Petticoat over her —
over her —, &c.
VI.
She muft even do like her old grandmother Eve,
Cover her C—ountenance with a fig le*af j
With a fig leaf, with a fig leaf:
Cover her C—ountenance with a fig leaf.
SONG XVIII.
i.
NOT far from town a country fquirc,
An open hearty blade ;
Had long conceiv'd a ftrong defire
To kifs his Chamber-maid.
One fummer'seve' quite full of glee,
He took her to the fhade,
And underneath a Mulberry«tree
He kifPd his Chamber-maid.
II.
The parfon's wife, from window high,
The amorous pair furvey'd /
And ftrong]y wifh'd, none can deny,
She'd been the Chamber-maid:
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The fport being o'er, poor Betfy cry'd,
Dear Sir, I'm much afraid,
That woman there will tell your fpoufe,
That you have kif/d her maid.
III.
A lickly tho't the fquire conceived,
That (he fliou'd not upbraid,
And inflantly his fpoufe he bro't
Where he had kifs'd his maid :
There underneath the Mulberry-tree,
Her Iadyfhip he laid ;
And there moft fleetly kifs*d was flio
Jufl like her Chamber-maid.
IV.
Ner;t morning came, the parfon's wife ;
For fcandal was her trade ;
I faw your fpoufe, ma'am, on my life,
Great with your Chamber-maid.
When, where, and how ! the lady cry'd !
1*11 ftrait difcharge the jade ,*
?Twas underneath the Mulberry-tree,
He kifs'd your Chamber-maid.
V.
This fcandal, cryM her Iadyfhip,
Shall not my fpoufe degrade ;
*Twas I myfelf there made a fJIp^
And not my Chamber-maid ;
Both parties parted in a pet,
Believing nought was faid,
And Betfy keeps her place as yet,
The pretty Chamber-maid 4
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SONG XIX.
i.
T*LL tell you a ftory of Jack and Nan,
-*■ And a ftory I will you tell;
How a bargain they made to drive the old trade,
Of Bafkct-making well:
Toll, loll, &c,
II.
As Jack was driving along his cart,
And Nan was walking alone,
For reafoni good, Jack's----flood ;
And his .— they merrily hung :
Toll, loll, &c,
III.
O then he ftopt his cart in a trice,
And took fair Nan, dy'e fee !
And placing her rump againft a dump,
He enter'd her fair body :
Toll, loll, Sec,
IV
As foon as he had done his belt,
He cry'd to his nags, geeho,
Jlnd turning about, wip'd the fnout,
Of his long lank F—:
Toll, loll, Sec
Before
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V.
Before? they had gone a mile or twain,
Kan's-------did gape full wide ;
So he put la the cart, when {he let a roufing fart,
And then they - ■ and ride :
Toll, loll4 &c.
VI,
A better ftory of Jack and Nan,
Ne'er-heard you fince you fuck'd;
For Jack he-------to his content,
And Nan was finely------
Toll, loll, &c.
SONG XX.
i.
?T"^ HE gentry to the King's head go,
-*" The nobles to the crown,
The knight you'll at the garter find,
And at the plough the clown :
But we'll beat every bufh, boys,
In hunting of good wine ;
And value not a rulh, boys,
The landlord or his fign.
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II.
The bilhop to the mitre goes,
The faiior to the ftar j.
The p&rfon topes beneath the rofe,
At the i rumpet, men of war :
But we'll, &c.
III.
The bankrupt to the world's-cnd roam*,
No fair the feather fcorns;
The lawyer to the devil runs,
The tradefmen to the horns j
But we'll; &c.
SONG XXI.
The RIDDLE.
I.
T * M a hole, tho' but narrow, when firft I am try'J,
-*- Yet the thing I am made for, can ft retch me out wide 5
Tho' at the firft ent'rance, perhaps, I may teaze you,
Soon after, I commonly prove for to pleafe you:
Derry down, &c.
IK
I'm long in my fhape, and my depth can't be found,
But when I'm ftretch'd open, my form is more round .*
Tho' I'm nothing but mouth, yet no teeth can you find,
I'm chieily before, tho' I'm fometimes behind :
Derry down, Sec,
And
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in.
And as for my colour, if e'er you have feen
The whimfical coat of the flage Harlequin i
It's white, and it's red, and it's black, and :trs.brown,
Not a colour on that but on me may be found :
Derry down, &c.
IV.
Some magotty fools, who quite bare chufe to have me,
An act In their favour petitiou'd might be;
Then the K—g and the flate took me into their care,
And declared with one voice, they'd have me with hain
Derry down, $cc»
V\
1 was form'd in an infbnt, but was not eompleat,
There was fomethingwanting, they found not out yet;
Then the memberi all roft, like creatures bewitch'd,
And cry*d, gtis worth nothing, if 'tis not well flitch'd:
Derry down, &••
VI.
To model! folks ears I can give no offence,
Thof the meaning is doub!e,you may draw it from hence';
Toumay think what you will, but my long's not obfeene,
For 'tis nought but a Button-hole, troth, that I mean;
Perry down, &c.
song
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SONG XXII.
The PILGRIM.
I.
I£J penance for paft folly,
A Pilgrim blythc and jolly,
A foe to melancholly,
Set out flrange lands to fee :
With cockle-fhells on hat brim,
With ftaflf, fcrip, beads, in that trim,
As might become a Pilgrim,
Begging for charity.
With cockLe-fhells, &c.
II.
With unihod feet he traces,
O'er hills, o'er wiids and chaces,
And fundry dil'mal places,
In hopes fome roof to fee :
But when he look'd and faw no
Houfe nor hut to go to,
Was e'er a Pilgrim plagu'd fo,
Begging for charity.
But when ht Icok'd, &c,
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in.
At length almoft dejecled,
Kind heav'n, when lead expected,
A damfel's fte|>s dire&ed,
Whence come you, fir ? fays (he.
O, many a weary ftep, fweet,
And all on thefe two bare feet,
O couJd I, by your help, meet
Lodging for charity !
O, many, &c.
With chearful voice and accent,
Says me, I fear you're half fpent,
Nay, what I fay Is well meant,
Come lodge'to night with me 1
You're favour, rna'am's, exceffive ;
Don't fpeak on't, fir, while you live,
If ought I have or can give,
J give it for charitj .
You're favour, &c.
V.
He view'd her charms whilft eating,
And caiPd her love and fweeting ;
With many a tender greeting,
So kind a heart had me i
She faid, kind fir, you're tired,
It's time you was revived,
No beds nor rooms are hired,
But lent in charity,
She faid, &c,
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VI.
My tenement is brittle,
My room I fear's too little,
It fits me to a tittle ;
So in at once went he.
Thro* many a town and city,
I've been to beg for pity,
But ne'er found room fo pretty,
2^or fo much charity.
Thro* many, Sec.
VII.
Kine days he liv'd in clover,
So well he play'd the lover,
She thought the time Toon over,
And are ycu going ? fays fhe ;
But gentle Pilgrim, fhould you
Return this way, I would do
As much as a woman could do,
And all for charity.
But: gentle 'Pilgrim, Sec.
S O N G XXIII.
Tune, ACoblir tkettrujas, &c.
I.
S Jriiky Sue Welfleet was fet in her flail,
Surrounded with filh and the devil and all,
A Monfieur Jeune Foutre In th'intVim came by,
At her fifii and her flefh both he cad a flieeo's eye.
Derry down, 5:c.
D lie
A
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II.
He ftopt at the ftall—My fwcet pretty deare,
Pray, vat mull I give for dis little fifh 'ere !
That Lobfler! (cry'dSufan), 1*11 make but one word,
For lefs than a fliilling a cannot afford.
Derry down, &c*
III.
Un Schilling ! my deare, Parblieu, and for vat ?
For vone alf de monee I've better as dat ;
Aha! Jarniblieu! By gar, it does ftinka,
Ere fmell yourfelf, Madam, vat do you tinka 1 .
Derry down, &e.
IV.
Why, I think you a French lying boug'ring dog I
One half your damn'd country would jump at fuch prog,
With arms fet a-kimbo, then to him fhe goes,
And bob went the lobfter full plump 'gainfl his nofe.
Derry down, &c.
V.
Bougrefle, que vous ete 1 facrc Dieu! you dam biche J
T* abufe gentlemens that do come buy your fifhe !
But I navre viil buy vone pig in vone poke,
My nofe vor me it vas always mine cooke.
Derry down, &c.
VI.
With barley nab cock'djSue her fingers (he fnap'd,
And pulling his jiofe, a fine curt'fy fhe dropt :
Wfcat bus'nefs (faid flie) have cooks out of their place?
Come nofe in your kitchen,—and fhewM her fat a--fe.
Derry down, &c.
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SONG XXIV.
Tune, Tbs Hounds are all out, &c,
L
/^Onte^ted I am, and contented I'll be,,
^-^ For what can this world more afford,
Than a girl that will fociably fit on my knee,
And a ce'Iar that's fociably flor'd ?
My brave Boys, See.
II.
My vault-csor is open, defcend evVy .gut ft ;
Spoil that calk ; ay, that wine we will try j
'Tis as fweet as the lips of your love to the tafle,
And as bright as her cheeks to the eye.
My brave Boys, &,.
III.
In a piece of Hit hoop I my candle have fluck,
'Twill light us each bottle to hand ;
The foot of my glafs for that purpofe I've broke,
For I hate that a bumper fhou'd ftand.
My brave Boys, &c.
IV.
Aftride on a hqtt, for a buttfhould be ftrode,
I fit my companions among j
Like grape-bldUng Bacchus, (the good fellow's God),
Aud a fentirsent give, or a fong.
My brave Boys, &c,
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v.
\Ve are dry where we fit, tho' the ouzing drops feem
The moid walls with wet pearl to embofs ;
Fronn the arch, moulding cob-webs in Gothic taftc
iircam,
Like ftucco-work cut out of mofs.
My brave, Boys, &c.
VI.
My cellar's my camp^ my foldiers my fkfks,
All glorioufly rang'd in review ;
When I call my eyes round, I confider my cafk*
As kingdoms I've yet to Tub duo.
My brave Boys, &c.
VII.
I charge fpoil in hand, and my empire maintain,
No ancient more patriot-like bled ;
Each drop in defence of delight I will drain,
And myfelf for my Bucks I'll drink dead.
My brave Boys, &c»
VIIL
Sound that pipe % 'tis in tune, and thofe bings are
well fill'd ;
View that heap of Pyrmont in the rear ;
Yon bottles are Burgundy, fee how they're pil'd,
Like artillery, tier over tier !
My brave Boys, tec*
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IX.
'Tis my will when I die, aot a tear fhail be fhqd,
No Hie jacct engrav'd on my ftone ;
But pour o'er my coffin a bottle of fed,
And write that His drinking is done.
My brave Boys, &c.
SONG XXV.
CONEY- HAL U
I.
I Have a tenement to let,
'Twill pleafe both great and (mall, Sir*
And if you'd know the name of it,
They call it Coney-hali, Sir.
'Tis feated in a pleafant vale,
Beneath two riling hills, Sir,
And thro' it runs a purling flream,
Would turn a little mill, Sir.
IF.
My houfe 'tis very dark by night,
And fo it is by day, Sir ;
But when you're fairly enter'd in,
You cannot lofc your way, Sir.
When that you're in go boldly on,
As far as e'er you can, Sir,
Aad if you reach the end of it,
You'll be where ne'er was man. Sir.
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III.
There afe no windows to my houfe,
Nor is there but one door, Sir,
No pailings fine, nor rooms up flairs,
But jufl the middle floor, Sir.
But let not that difcourage you ;
For 'ere that you're long there, Sir,
If that your furnifuWs too large,-
You'll foon find room to fpare, Sir.
IV.
It is not roof*d with flates or tile,
Ni>r is it piee'd or patch'd, Sir ;
A-drop of rain cannot get in,
It Is fo nicely thatch'd, Sir.
But if I do not fet it foon,
By Jove, I'll have it ery'd, Sir ;
For what** the ufe of focli a place,
Unlris'tiS occupy'd ? Sir*
V.
On two rais'd pillars (lands my houfe i
Altho* fo high the door, Sir,
Ycu can't get fairly in unlefs
You creep upon all-four, Sir.
Tho* ne'er a foul there is within,
My little door to lock. Sir,
It is fo cunningly contriv'd,
'Twill open when you knock^ Sk#
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It is furrounded by a wood,
Where there is game in plenty,
And all fo (lout, you tfill not meet
The like in places twenty,
Of Coney-hunting day and night,
You'll have you're full enjoyment^
And if in Cocking you delight*
You ne'er can want employment.
VII.
My houfe is warm without a fire?
In it is peace and plenty %
It is in very good repair,
And ha'n't flood years yet twenty,
The kind of ten nt I would chute,
I now mufl tell you fairly,
He muft be young, and one that can
Get up both late and early,
VIII.
One that can cultivate my land,
And fow it in due feafon,
And handle well his threfhing flail
As oft as there's occafion.
If this he does I promife him,
I ne'er £ r rent will call, Sir ;
But if he fails, I will ejccl
Him out of Coney-haljl, Sir.
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SONG XXVI.
i.
T N wine there is all that in life you can name,
-* It ftrengthens our friendships, in love aids the flame;
Then flnce, my brave boys, our life's bat a fpan,
Let's live all our days, and let this be the plan,
To drink, my brave boys, and drive away forrow,
If the cafli holds but out, we'll ne'er afk to borrow ;
If the eafh holds but out, we'll ne*er alk to borrow $
Tho* poor rogues to-day, we'll be rich rogues to-
morrow.
II.
May we live !n a village, not far from a town,
With m ted for a friend, if he chance to come down ;
With a pack of good hounds, that when we awake,
We may mount the briik hunter and beat the next
brake.
To drink my brave boys, &c.
III.
May our difhes be good, not nice of their fort*
And our cellars well ftor'd with old claret and port;
With a few bumper-glafTes to tofs our old glories,
As our father* and grand-fires have oft doue beforem.
To drink, my brave boys, &c.
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IV
With an honed buck-chaplain to grace a round table,
Who will drink while he can, and no longer than abte ;
Who will driok 'till his face like the clartt h rtd,
Or like old Airds the Parfon, God relt him i he's dead.
To drink, my brave boys, &c.
V.
Thus, as*wehave liv'd, may we clofe the laft fcene>
Quite free from all hardfhip, and free from all pain;
That the young ones may wonder, and the old ones
may ftare,
And amaz'd, both cry out, O what frieodfhip Wat
there!
To drink, my brave boys, &c.
SONG XXVII.
i.
T)USH about the brilk glafs, I proclaim him an aft,
"** Who at cares of the world wou*d repine ;
'Twas our forrows to drown anddifpel fortune's frown,
That Jove fent us, Jove fent us, the juice of the vine,
*Tis this in all feels the true intereft prote<£b>
And enlivens the lamp of our clay j
The parfons looks teach, tho* againft it they preach,
Thm believe them, believe them, wbo pleads, 1 fey*
'Tia
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IT.
*Tisnot long ago, that a vicar I know,
Whofe name 'twere ungodly to tell,
Who o'er bottle and bowl fat with many good foul,
Full of giee> 'till ding dong, 'till ding dong went
the bell:
Then having a hiccup, took the chair with a kickup,
I muft go, elfe the church will complain ;
But, friends! don't think me rude, I fwear by my prkfl>
hood,
I'll but preach, and be with you, be with you again*
III-
The parfon went ftraight, tho* he ftaggen'd in gate,
With his fermon in mem'ry's large cheft,
To the pulpit he rofe, but foon fell in a doze ?
And cries excellent, excellent wine! I proteft.
The whole congregation, In itrange confternation,
Left the church with a figh at the caufe i
But the clerk more devout, cries, Sir, they're all out,
Then fill 'em, then fill 'em, again my brave boys.
IV.
Inlaw 'twas defign*d juflice ftill fhould be blind,
Yet fhe'll fquint, if felf-intereft do call;
Then I'm certain I cou*d, o'er a hogfKead that's good,
Bribe the council, the council, judge, jury, and all.
If to drink be a fault, for fo we're all taught;
Yet old Noah could tipple, they fay t
An,d we gather from hence, that all mortals of fenfe,
Should be font of old Noabj old Hmh; Huzas?
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SONG XXVIII.
A March, m Honour of the
MARQUIS of GRANBY.
I.
BEbold a brave hero, a hero behold,
1 JTis the Marquis ofGranby, fo (lout and fo bold j
*Tis the Marquis of Granby, &c.
If the French dare oppofe us, my lads, then fays he,
Draw your fwords, my brave heroes, and then follow
me ;
And then follow, then follow, then follow me ;
Draw your fwords, my brave heroes, and then follow
me,
II,
Their cannons and batteries he values them not,
He faces their fires, tho* ever fo hot ;
He faces their fires, &c.
If you love your king, and your country, fays he,
Draw your fwords, &c.
And then follow, &c.
III.
To the dangers of battles, his fears are afleep,
He cuts thro* their ranks, tho* they're twenty men.
deep :
He cuts thro* their ranks, Sec.
For honour and glory, let's conquer, fays he,
Draw your fwords, &c.
And then follow, &c.
You
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IV.
You Britons and Germans together unite,
And both in a body agree for to light;
A:>d both in a bcdy, &c.
In dtftute of your king, and your country, fays he,
Draw your fwords, &c,
And then follow, &c.
V.
Whit tongue can exprefs all the praife he defervcs,
Hib king and his country fo truly he ferves>
His king and his country, &c.
Kg bribes will he take ; but ftiil boldly, fays he,
Draw your fwords, &c.
And then follow, Sec.
VI.
To this noble commander, we'll fing to his praife,
The higheft of mortals, his fame we will raife ;
The higheft of mortals, &c*
That heaven may reward him, then let us agree,
With your hats in your hands, boys, thus follow me ;
And thus follow, thus follow, thus follow me ;
With your hats in your hands, boys, thus follow me.
Huzza 1 Huzza ! Huzza !
And thus follow, thus follow, thus follow me;
With your hats in your hands, boys, thus follow me.
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SONG XXIX.
L
SAVE women and wine there is nothing in life
Can bribe hone! fouls to endure it;
When the heart is perplext and furrounded with care,
Dear women and wiue only cure it.
When the heart, &c,
II.
Come on then, my boys, we'll have women and wine,
And wifely to purpofe employ them ;
He's a fool that refufes fuch Meltings divine,
Whilft vigour and health can enjoy them.
He's a fool, &c.
III.
Our wine mall be old, bright, and found, my dear Jack,
To heighten our amorous Hres ;
Our girls young and found, and (hall kifs with a fmack,
And gratify all our defiies :
The bottles we'll crack, the lafles we'll fmack,
And gratify all our defines.
SONG XXX.
TUNE, Balance a Straxv.
I.
y t~yO think on one's follies fomethnes is but right,
And refk&ion is good, tho' there's nothing got
E How
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How many ways mortals purfue after blifs,
Bat jftHl the genteeleft is keeping a Mifs.
The prudent are conftant to one, and no more ;
But I, like a blockhead, mufl dabble with four.
1*11 tell you their names, tho* you'll call me a rake,
Mifs—Fortune, Mifs—Conduct, Mifs—Chance, and
Mifs—Take.
Four ills fo deftructive, four brimftones fo bad,
By Jove, were enough for to drive a man mad.
Tho* jealoufy oft makes the fair difagree ;
Yet thefe are united in kindefs for me.
In life's wanton paths they feduc'd me to dray,
And feemfd to fpread flowers of delight in my way*
So foollm was I, Vd have dy9d for the fake
Of Mifs^-Fortune, Mifs—-Conduel, Mite—Chance, and
Mils—Take,
HI.
At length, fair difcretion, with reafon combie'd,
Thus whifper'd advice, and it dwelt on my mind.
You've furely not got them for better, for worfe,
Get at once into buflnefs, you'll get a divorce.
I thought 'twas my duty to part with them too,
Becaufe they fo long had detain'd me from ybu:
And now do but fmoke, and I'll ever forfake
Mif$-*-?Qrtune, Mifs—Conduct, Mifs—Chance, and
Mifs—Take.
SON G
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SONG XXXI.
L
VULCAN, contrive mc fucli a cup
As Ncftor us'd of old1;
Try all your art to trim it up,
And damau it round with gold.
II.
Carve me thereon the mantling vine,
And eke t^vo lovely boys,
Whofe limbs ia amorous folds intwiuc,
The type of future joys.
III.
Make it fo large, when fill'd with f;tk
Up to the fwelling brin ;
Vaft toafts on the delicious lake,
Like fnips at fea may fwi.n.
IV.
Cupid and Bacchus, my Gods are*
Let love and wine flill reign ;
With wine I'll drive away dull care,
And then to love again.
SONG XXXII.
L
T X 7ITH women and wine I defy eViy care,
For life without thefe is a bubble of air i
Each helping the other in pleafurel rail,
And ^dnew fiow of fpirits enlivens my foul.
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ii
Wine prudently us'd will your fenfes im-prove,
Tis the fpring-tide of life, aod the fuel of love ;
And Venus ne'e* look'd wiLh a fmile fo divine,
As when Mars bound his head with a branch of the vs
III.
Bu£ fhould /he rr»y paflion for wine disapprove,
My bumper 111 quit to be blefs'd with her love ;
For rather than forfeit the joys of my lafs ;
7*fy bottle 1*11 break, arJ demol'idi my glafa.
SONG XXXIII.
I.
"TJE fruHcfom«^:.arl:s of the to An,
-*• Ye niifeis loth wretched and old.;
Pivy lx^rbcn to Billy by name,
Who once had ins hat-full of gold ,*
And feven fcore acres of land,
And corn and cattle in ftore ;
Tho' now he*s got none at command,
Yet ftlli is as-rich as before,
Then why fhouM we quarrel for riches,
Or any fucfa glittering toys;
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches,
Goes through the work', brave boys.
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II.
My father was cafed in leather,
My mother in fheep's rufTet grey ;
They wrought in all kinds of weather,
That I might go jovial and gay.
With my rapier, and lac*d hat, and feather,
My heart was as light as a cork ;
What the old folks had fcraped together,
I fcatter'd abroad with my fork.
Then why fhou'd we quarrel, &c»
III.
They fay that care once kill'd a cat,
It ftarv'd her and made her to die $
But I will be wifer than that,
For the devil a care will have I*
But over a full flowing bowl,
To drive away for row and flrife /
Ixt's drink to the jolly good foul,
Who never took care in his life,
Then why fhould we quarrel, &c*
SONG XXXIV.
Tune, Oons9 Netghh'jur> ne'er blujh*
I.
\T E priggs, who are troubled with confcience*s
"** qualm?,
W&o arc ever a-praying or chantiqg of jrfalms,
u % Come
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Come lifien a while, and I'll fing you a fong
Shall open your eyes, and you'll fee right from wrong*
In claret alone you fhou'd place all your hope ;
There's more ajbfolution in this than the Pope;
*Tis the fovereign elixir falutis of life /
By which you may face either devil or wife.
II.
Your Mars and Apollo, in fpight of the fchools^
And Jupiter eke, to our Bacchus are fools ;
When his Welled fpirit enlivens our clods,
Eac!i mortal's infpir'd with the power of the God*.
l<:>t M irs is fo valiant when watchmen provoke,
Not Phoebus fo wife when the juftice we fmoke,
Nor Jove fo rampant in all his amours,
When we thunder away from our claret to whores.
III.
My morals are found, for they lie in my glafs,
My religion and faith are my bottle and lafs;
Mr church is the tavern, a vintner my prieft;
And thus I go on 'till the faint is decea$*d ;
And when I no longer can revel and roar,
But muft part with my bottle,my friend^and my whore,
Embalm me in elarei, pay rites at my fiirine ;
Thus living I'm happy, when dead I'm divine*
SONG
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SONG XXXV.
Tune, Kitty heatttiful andyorsxg,
I.
BET. Wymes, of Wcdderby the pride,
By bailiffs yet untam'd,
Befpske Moll Fulgame by her fide,
With lull and rage inflam'd :
Inflam'd with rage at damn'd ill-luck
Which fortune had ordain'd,
That fhe got not one flngle f------,
While other brimflones reign'd.
II.
Mud Lucy Cooper bear the bell
And give herfelf fuch airs ?
Muft that damnation b— of hell,
Be h------'d by Knights and Squires ?
Has fhe a better C------than I,
Of nut-brown hairs more full ?
That all mankind with her do lye,
While 1 have fcarce a Cull.
III.
Then come ye Bloods, and pity me,
And bring me P...... in ftore;
2*Ji pi cafe you ail as well as fhe,
What can a girl fay more i
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Her prayers were heard, the Bloods gave way,
She had her heart's defire ;
Obtain'd a P------that very day
Which fet her C-------on fire,
SONG XXXVI.
Tune, DEATH and the LAD Y,
I.
FAIR Lady lay your lovely legs a-flride,
And be your fnowy thighs extended wide j
Take leave of f------ing, your late fond delight ;
For I am come to f------you well this night.
II.
What bold attempt is this, pray, let me know ,?
And why your yellow y— you brandilh Co;
Muft I, a youthful Lady, tell me true,
Lye down aodf—----with fuch a flag as you ?
III.
If you do not know, you ftiall underhand,
Asfoon as you poife my P-------in your hand,
And ftretch out your nether lips, you mull agree,
My name is F------ing Frank; heard you not of mel
IV,
I've heard of you time after time ;
But being in the glory of my prime,
Little did I think e'er fuch z fwinging t------
Would be cfuwn'd fo hard mto my tender a-c;
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V.
Yet tbo' I'm young, I'm not afraid,
I'll freely f------like a good-natur'd maid ;
There's none in all the town, I'll lay you odds,
Will fooner tame your P------or drain your C—
SONG XXXVIL
Sir JOHN BARLEY-CORN.
I.
npHERE was three merry men came from the
-*• And three merry men were they,
And they did fwear by a folemn oath
That Sir John Barley-corn they wou'd flay.
Sir John Barley-corn is the rarefl grain
That e'er was fown in land,
He will do more than many merry xmn
By the turning of his hand.
II.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
And laid clods on his head ;
And then they fwore by a folemn oath
That John Barley-corn was dead.
Sii* ^*hn Barley-corn is the rareib-grain, <Scc,
III.
But the fpring-time it came on amafn,
And rain towards the earth did fall
John Barley-corn fprung up again,
And (o furpris'd them all.
Sir ?i hn Parley-corn Is the rareft grain, &?,
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IV.
The heat of fummer it came on,
And John grew pale and wan,
John Bdrley-corn he got a beard,
And fo became a man.
Sir John Barley-corn is the rareft grain, &c.
V.
They took a fey the that was full (harp,
And cut him down at knee;
And then they tied him on a cart
Like a rogue for perjury.
Sir John Barley-corn is the r.irefl grain, Sec.
VI.
They took two fticks that were full hard,
And fore they threhVd his bones ;
The miller ferved him worfl of all,
For he ground liim. 'tvvixt two uones.
Sir John Barley-corn is the rareft grain, Sec.
VII.
He'll make the huntfman fhoot his dog,
The poft-boy blow his horn ^
He*]] make a maid ftark naked dance ;
My pretty little Barley-corn.
Sir John Barley-corn is the rareft grain, Sec.
VIII.
Put brandy in a brimming gjaCs
Pour rum into a can,
Put Sir John in a nut-brown mug,
Ke'll prove the ftontefl man.
Sir John Barl^corn is the rareft grain, &c.
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IX.
Ht'll change a boy into a man,
A man into an afi;
He'll change your gold into fllvcr,
And your filver into brafs.
Sir John Barley-corn is the rarcft grain, Ice.
SON G XXXVIII.
The GOOD FELLOW.
I.
SIX lir.g years I have ferv'd of my tim«,
Yet none will fet me free,
So I will be a raking blade,
And I'll care for no-body ;
I'll rant and I'll roar, and I'll call for more,
Let them all fay what they will ;
For I am refolved, as long as I live,
To be a Good Fellow flill.
II.
1 have a good old father at home,
And I've coll him many a pound ;
And now to make him amends for all,
1*11 travel the country round :
I'll tell him how I have fpent my time,
And of rowng have had my fill,
So I am refulvcd, as long as I live,
To be a Good Fellow flilL
I hr.YC
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III.
I have a good old mother at home,
And I've coft her many a tear;
And now to make her amends for all,
I'll travel far and near :
Il'l tell her how I have fpent my time,
And of roving have had my fill,
So I am refolved, as long as 1 live,
To be a Good Fellow ftill.
IV,
My true love fent me a broad piece of gold,
And I viewed it wond'rous well ;
But it will neither purcbafe houfe nor land>
Nor fave me from heav'n or hell :
But it will purchafe a good flowing bowl,
That the girls may drink their fill ;
So I am i^efolved, as long a§ I live,
To be a Good Fellow ftill.
SONG XXXIX.
Tune, Derry down, Sec.
I.
MISS Kitty fhe went to her chamber one day,
To put on her cap, as I've heard many fay,
And as fhe was viewing herfelf in the gtes,
Refolved fhe was for *o fee her a—e.
Derry down, &c.
And
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II
And as (he wai Handing with her legs all a-frride,
A looking to fee how her C------gap'd To wide ;
Zounds! fays Mifs Kitty, -I'll have a full view ;
For I think it refembles the face of a Jew :
Derry down, &c.
III.
I wonder, fays Kitty, can fuch a thing be ?
I've oft heard them fay it's as deep as the fea 5
Indeed, if I thought it wou'd do me no harm,
The devil take me but I'd thruft: in my arm :
Derry down, Uc.
IV.
I wonder, fays Kitty ; for why fhould I linger ?
Let's try if there's roo m for to put in my finger:
But that put Mifs Kitty unto a great ftand,
When (lie found that with eafe (he cou'd thruft in iur
baud, Derry down, c;c.
V.
I wonder how young men can fancy my quin,
It's as black as the devil, and fcarlet within ;
But fince I ha'nt got all things to my delight,
I'll fend for a painter to paint my C------white :
Dcrrv down, 5cc.
VI.
That moment fhe fent her maid then for a man,
A painter by trade, and his name it was John.
Go, my Sear Betty, and fetch my boy Jack,
To paint my C------ white, that's fo dcviiifhly black :
Derry down, &c.
VII.
Jack came to the door with his hat in his hand,
And, to fee madam naked, put him to a {land ;
Says (he, my dear boy, be not in a fright,
Can you alter a black C------and turn it to white ?
Derry down, &c.
VIII.
Then Jack laid Kitty down on her back,
And he put his fufee into her crack :
And as he was working, he made Kitty fmile ;
Says fhe, my dear boy, keep working your file,
Den i down, &c.
IX.
Jack worked 'till he began to grow faint,
Says he, my dear madam, I'm going to paint ;
Why then, my deaf boy, you haveeas'd me of forrow,
You mall f«**« me to-day, and paint me to-morrow.
Derry down, 3cc.
SONG XL.
The RAKES of MALOE.
I.
BEauing, belling, dancing, drinking,
Breaking windows, damming, finking,
Ever raking, never thinking
Live the rakes of Maloe.
Speeding
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II.
Spending fader than it comes,
Beating bawds, whores and duns,
Bacchus* true begotten fons,
Live the rakes of Maloe.
III.
One time nought but claret drinking,
Then like politicians thinking,
To raife the finking fund, when finkin
Live the i^kes of Maloe.
IV.
Sometimes flufli of money ftore,
Then like any poet poor,
Rifling queans, and then a whore,
Live the rakes of Maloe.
V.
When at home with dada dying,
Still for mellow waters crying,
But oftener good claret plying,
Live the rakes of Maloe.
VI.
Living fhort but merry lives,
Going where the devil drives^
Keeping miiTes, but no wives,
Live the rakes of Maloe.
VII.
Racking tenants, ftewards teazing,
Swiftly fpefcding, flowly raifing,
Wiuaing to (pend all our days in
Rakiog thus at Maloe*
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VII.
Then to end a raking life,
We grow fober, take a wife,
Ever after live in ftrife,
And wifh again for Maloc.
SONG XLL
The Death of the FOX.
r.
\ WAY to the copfe, to the copfe lead away,
M ■*- And now, my boys, throw off the hounds ;
I'll warrant he*li £baw us, he*il ihew us fome play,
See yonder how he fctilks thro* the grounds ;
bee yonder, &c.
Then fpur your briflc courfer, and fmokc them, my bloods,
It's a delicate fcent-trying morn :
What concert is equal to thofe of the woods,
'Twixt echo, the hounds, and the horn s
The hounds, and the horn ; the hounds, and the Ixotfn,
The hounds, and the horn :
'Twixt echo the hounds and the horn.
II.
Each alrth that he tries, he tries it in vain,
His cover no fafety can find ;
to he breaks it, he breaks it ; and then fcours a-niain^
And he leaves us a diftance behind :
And hg leaves, &e»
O'er
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O'er rocks, and o'er hedges, and riven we fly,
All hazards and dangers we fcorn 5
Stout Reynard we'll follow until that he dfe ;
Chear up my good dogs with the horn :
My good dogs with the horn, my good dogs with the
Horn, my good dogs with the horn :
Chtar up my good dogs with the horn.
III.
And no^af he fcarce creeps, he fcarce creeps thro* the
dales,
All parch'd from his mouth hangs his tongue ;
His fpeed can no longer, no longer prevail,
Nor his cunning his life can prolong :
Nor his cunning, &c.
From our (launch and fleet pack 'tis in vain that he fled,
See his brufli falls be-mir'd and forlorn ;
The farmer with pleafure beholds him lie dead,
And fliouts to the found of the horn :
To the found of the horn, to the found of the horn,
To the found of the horn :
And fhouts to the found of the horn.
SONG XLK.
The DISBANDED REGIMENT.
I.
T)ROTHER Soldier! did you hear the news
**-"^ That's come by land and by fea ;
There's no more guns to be fir'd,
And our Regiment difbanded muft be,
Toll, loll* &c.
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IL
Says the Major, then I'll to my wife,
My wife and my children do cry :
Says the Colonel, then I'll to my whore,
For the devil a wife have L
Toll, loll, &c.
III.
Says the Captain, then I'll away home,
And 1*11 live a peaceable life :
Says the Lieutenant, if I could afford,
I would fain kifs another man's wife,
Toll, loll, &c,
IV.
Says the Enfign, tfeen I'll take a pole,
A pole with a pike in its end;
And I'll travel through country and city,
And cry punch-bowls and kettles to mend.
Toll, loll* &c«
V.
Says- the Surgeon, then I'll take a gun,
And 1 will go fhoot at at fnipe ;
For now fince the wars are all done,
There's no need for my clyfter and pipe,
Toll, loll, &<:
VI-
Says the Chaplain, 1*11 lay by my grace,
For it was all but a fham ;
Let them drink, curty and whore to my face*
I will join them as hard as a can.
TOII, l0ll; &C,
Says
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VII.
Says the Sergeant, then I'll to the plough,
'Tis better to do that than do worfe :
Says the Corporal, then I'll to the road*,
And cry Damn you ! furrcnder your purfc.
Toll, loll, &c.
VIII,
Says the Drummer, I'll lay by my drum,
And I'll away over the fea;
And if ever the K------wants a Drummer again,
He may drum to the devil for me.
Toll, loll, 3cc#
SONG XLIII.
The H O U N D S are all OUT.
I.
FTpHE hounds are all out,
-*- And the morning does peep j
Come rife up, you fluggardly fot ;
How can you, how can you
Lye foaring afleep,
Whilft we all on horfeback are got:
My brave boys, Sec*
n,
I cannot get up5
For my over-night's cup,
It
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It fo heavily lies in my head ,♦
Befides, my wife cries,
My dear ! do not rife,
But cuddle me longer in bed:
My brave boys, lc#.
III.
Come draw on your boots,
And fad die your mare,
Without any further delay;
Fo* the cry of the hounds,
And the fight of the hare,
Will drive all dull vapours away ;
My brave boys, &c«
IV.
Hark ! hark ! how the huntfman
Has ftarted poor pufs,
He has her now full in his view ;
We'll never forfake her,
Till we overtake her ;
So, eagerly let us purfue :
My brave boys, &c,
V-
No pleafure'slike hunting,
To pafs the long day ;
We fcour o'er the hill and the dale ;
At night for our fupper
We feaft on our prey,
When over a pot of good ale :
My brave boys, &c.
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VI.
Since thus, my dear Kate,
The fummons you hear,
Your toying, 1 prythee, give o'er j
And be of good cheer,
At night I'll be here,
And cuddle you o*er and o'er :
My dear girl, &c*
SONG XLIV.
The TOPER.
Tunc, There was a jovial Beggar, &e.
I.
OF all the occupations,
A Toper's far the beft ;
For when the world's affairs run crofs,
Good liquor gives him reft,
And a toping we will go, we'll go, well go,
And a toping we will go*
II.
Here's .to thee honed topjffg Jack,
Here's wine will chear our heart;
And if the bottle's almoft out,
We'll call for t'other quart,
And a toping, Sec.
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nr.
What, tho* your fober fneakers
Gall jolly Topers fwine ;
Becaufe they wallow in the mire,
And we do fwim in wine.
And a toping, &c.
IV*
The mufic that delights us moft,
Is when the bar-bell rings j
For when the wine's got in our headi,
We fancy that we're Kings.
And a toping, &c#
V*
Good liquor drives away all cares*
Which do perplex men's lives;
For, when we've drunk our courage up,
We fear no fcolding wives*
And a toping, Ice.
VL
We'll drink at morn* at noon, at night,
The glafs fhall flill go round ;
And when we cannot lit upright,
We'll drink upon the ground*
And a toping, &c.
VII,
See how the fhimng fparkles rife,
When we fill our glaffes high ;
Tho-* gouty pains attack our limbs,
We'll drink until we die.
And a toping^ &c,
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vm.
The lover Jives by Celia's fmiles;
And if fhe frowns, he dies;
But what are women's fmiles or frowns,
To Bacchus lafting joys ?
And a toping, &c.
IX.
Let mifers heap up fordid gold,
To pleafe their greedy fouls ;
The only blifs we Topers find,
Is in full flowing bowlf.
And a toping, &c.
X.
Let Whigs and Tories plague their head?,
To fettle ilate-affairs,
We'll drink, and ne'er regard their noife,
Tho' we live a thoufand years.
And a toping we will go, we'll go, we'll go,
And a toping we will go.
SONG XLV.
i.
Tl /TORTALS wifefy learn to meafure
**•*•*• Life by the extent of joy.
Life's a fhort and fleeting pleafure ;
Then be gay,
While you may,
Axsd yoj'rhourt in mirth employ,
Never
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11.
Never let a mlftrefs pain you,
Tho' me meets you with a frown;
Fly to wme;*twill foon unchain you,
Chear thy heart,
And all thy (mart,
In a fweet oblivion drown.
III.
If love's fiercer flames mould feize you,
To fome gentle maid repair :
She'll with foft endearments eafe you*
On her breaft,
Lull'd to reft,
las'd rf love and free from care.
iw
Frienduvip, Idve, and wine unict^
From all ills defend the mind ;
By them guarded and delighted,
Happy Hate I
Smile at fate,
And give forrows to the wind,
FINIS.
