Synopsis of vocal musick containing the rudiments of singing rightly any harmonical song, delivered in a method so solid, short and plain, that this art may now be learned more exactly, speedily and easily, than ever heretofore : whereunto are added several psalms and songs of three parts, composed by English and Italian authors for the benefit of young beginners / by A.B., Philo-Mus.

Twelve Selected ENGLISH CATCHES A. 3. Voc. Composed by sundry AUTHORS.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me, Whither shall I follow, follow, follow, whither shall I follow, follow thee, To the Willow, Willow, Willovv, to the Willovv, Willovv tree.

Mr. John Hiliou.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Hey dovvn, dovvn, dovvn, a dovvn, hey dovvn, dovvn derry, shall I go vvith my true Love novv over the Ferry, and kiss her Rosy svveet Lips, until I am vveary, vvith a

Mr. Edmund Nelham.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Boat a Boat hast to the Ferry, For we'l go over to be merry, to laugh, and sing, and drink old Sherry.

Mr. Thomas Holmes.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come follow me merrily, merrily, Lads, come follow me merrily, Ah! And we will sing Sol, fa, fa, sol, fa, fa, fa, sol, sol, fa, Put sol before la, and fa after mi, sol, la, mi, fa, mi, la, mi, fa

Mr, Edmund Nelham.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come, come away, to the Tavern I say, For now at home 'tis washing day; leave your prittle prattle, and fill us a Pottle, You are not so wise as Aristotle: Drawer come away, Let's make it Holy╌day. Anon, anon, anon Sir, what is't you say.

Mr. John Hilton.

A. 3. Voc.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 I drink this Cup to you, Sir heartily; and drink your part with a Heart willingly, then so shall vve both agree merrily.

Mr. Edmund Nelham

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Ding, ding, ding, dong Bell, Ding, ding, ding, ding, dong Bell; Oh cruel death! that stopt the breath of him I lov'd so well; A lack and well away, 'tis a heavy day, as ever us befel, Then for his sake, some order let us take, that we may ring his Knell, ding, dong.

Mr. Stoner.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fa, la, la, la, la, la, Fa, la la,—Fa, la, la,—liro, Fa, la, la,—Fa, la, la,—Fa, la, la,——liro, Fa, la, la.—la,—liro.

Mr. Simon Ives.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Now my lads, now my lads, now let's be merry, Here is old Charingo, Syder and Perry, Then let us dance, and sing, down, dovvn, dovvn, der╌ry.

A. 3. Voc.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 The silver Svvan vvho living had no note, Till Death approch'd unlock'd her silent Throat, Leaning her Breast against the Reedy Shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fare well all Joys, ah! Death come close my Eyes, more Geese than Swans now live, more fools than wise.

Mr. John Smith.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come follow, follow me, come follow, follow me, And we will to the Tavern go, with mirth and merry glee, we'l each Man take his Cup, what ever us befall, and we will drink all up, all

〈♫〉〈♫〉 up, and for another call, Then let us merry be: be merry my noble hearts; For a Cup of old Sherry, will make us merry, And we'l sing well our Parts.

Mr. Johu Hilton.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 Have you any work for a Tinker, Mistress? old Brass, or Pots, or Kettles, I'le mend them all with a tink very tink, and never hurt your Metels: First let me have but a touch of your Ale, 'twill steel me

〈♫〉〈♫〉 'gainst cold Weather; or Tinkers Freez, or Vintners Lees, or Tobacco, choose you whether; But of your Ale, your nappy Ale, I vvould I had a Ferkin, But I am old, and very, very cold, and never vvear a Jer╌kin.

Mr. Edm. Nelham.