The second book of the Pleasant musical companion being a new collection of select catches, songs and glees : for two and three voices.

[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.

Mr. Mioh. Wise.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Mich. Wise.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Dr. John Blow.

[ 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.

Mr. Lenton.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Dr. John Blow.

[ 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.

Mr. Mich. Wife.

[ 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.

Dr. John Blow.

[ 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.

Mr. William Turner.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. John Jackson.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Matthew Lock.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Tho. Farmer.

[ 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.

Mr. John Roffey.

[ 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.

Mr. John Reading.

[ 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.

Mr. Lock.

[ 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.

Dr. John Wilson.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. Mich. Wise.

[ 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.

Mr. Robert Smith.

[ 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.

Mr. John Moss.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. John Lenton.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.

Mr. John Reading.

[ 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.

Mr. John Reading.

[ 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.

Mr. Tho. Tudway.

[ 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.

Mr. Mich. Wise.

[ 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.

Dr. John Blow.

[ 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

〈♫〉〈♫〉 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.

Mr. Barth. Isaack.

[ 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.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

[ 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.