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〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw that the Spring hath fild our veins with kind & active fire, & made green liveries for the Plains, & eve-ry Grove a Quire. Sing we this song with mirth & merry glee, and Bacchus crown the bowle, and here's to thee, & thou to me, and eve—ry thirsty soule. Share sheep that have them cry we still, but see that none escape to take of the Sherry that make us so merry, and plump as the lusty Grape.
〈♫〉〈♫〉TUrne Amarillis to thy Swaine, thy Damon calls thee back againe. Here is a pretty, pretty pretty, Arbor by, where Apollo, where Apollo, cannot spy: there lets sit, and whilst I play, sing to my pipe a round delay.
〈♫〉〈♫〉AS there be three blew Beans in a blew Bladder, and thrice three rounds in a long Ladder: As there be three nooks in a corner Cap, and three corners and one in a Map: Ev'n so like unto these, there be three Uni-versities, Oxford, Cambridge, and James. As there be, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉IEnny she now smiles on me, poore Willy kens no where to be; for now my joy mounts high up to the starry sky, but one frown coming from her angry eye, tumbles me down, tumbles me down, alack poor Willy, there lig I. Jenny, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉O Ale ab Alendo, thou Liquor of life, would I had a mouth as big as a Whale; but mine is too little to sound the least tittle, that belongs to the praise of a Pot of good Ale: although it will never be as big as I wish, yet still ile endeavour to drink like a Fish. O Ale, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉ARm, arm, arm, arm, for our antient Foe, clad in frost and snow, cold Winter now appears: Here is Wine and fire, on then brave boys, this will make him retire, if he dare come near; trust to Sack, not steele, what though it makes you Ree—le. twittle, twattle, fills another pottle. Arme, arme, arme, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉YOur merry Poets old boys of Aganippes wel, ful many tales have told boys, whose liquor doth excell, and how that place was haunted by those that lov'd good Wine, who tippl'd there and chaunted, & chaunted a∣mongst the Muses nine, where still they cri'd, drinke cleere boyes, and you shall quickly, quickly, know it, that 'tis not lowzy Beere boyes, but Wine that makes a Po-et.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HEre is an old ground, here is an old ground: If right it be sung 'twill prove a round; then hold it true Dick, and sing your notes quick, quick for you'l finde a crafty trick, therefore sing your Notes quick, hold true your prick, then merrily we will agree, three parts in Uni-ty.
〈♫〉〈♫〉ME thinkes that I doe heare the voyce of Chantecleer, the day begins to peepe, a-rise my Deare, Come a-way, come, come away, come, come away, make no delay, Apollo rideth post, my love is almost lost, a-lasse, alack, and well a day, was ever man thus croft? Me, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉MOngst all those pretious juces afforded for our uses, ther's none to be compar'd with Sack, for the body or the mind, no such Phisick you shall find; therefore see boy wee doe not lack: Wouldst thou hit a lofty straine, with this liquor warme thy braine, and thou Swaine shalt sing as sweet as Sidney; Or wouldst thou laugh and be fat, there's not any like to that, to make Jack Sprat a man of Kidney.
〈♫〉〈♫〉It is the soule of mirth to poore mortalls upon earth: It will make a Coward bold as Hector; Nay I 〈♫〉〈♫〉wager durst a Peece, that those merry God of Greece, dranke old Sack and cal'd it Nector. Mongst, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉I Poore and well, thou rich and ill, give me my health: O 'tis a Jewell, take thou thy wealth and buy the fewell.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WElcome, welcome, honest Friends from East and West, that in this loving round thus sweetly move, sweetly, sweetly move: Though he that made this Song deserves it best, yet all are welcome, welcome, here, that Musick love, that Musick, Musick love: But if a-ny here doth Mu—sick hate, Musick hate, wo'd hornes or Asses ears, Asses ears grew to his pate, Asses ears grew to his pate. Welcome, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme let us all a Maying go, and lightly, and lighly trip it too and fro: the Bells shall ring a, the Bells shall ring, and the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo sing, the Drums shall beat, the Fife shall play, and so wee'l spend our time a-way. Come let, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CAll George againe boy, call George againe, and for the love of Bacchus call George a-gaine. George is a good boy and drawes us good Wine, then fill us more Clarret our wits to refine. George is a brave Lad, and an honest man, if you will know him, he dwels at the Swan.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme, come away, to the Taverne I say, for now at home 'tis washing day, leave your pritle pratle, and fill us a pottle, you are not so wise as Ar-ist—ot-le. Drawer come away, let's make it holy day, a-non, anon, anon, sir, what is't you say?
〈♫〉〈♫〉WE three Wills, will drink our fills, the Doctors pills, cures not more ills, then doth Call George up, give him his cup, 'tis but a sup, George take it up, now give your Sack, it purges well the belly, and strengtheneth the back. it Jack, it purges well the belly, and strengtheneth the back. Will boy, swill boy, the ground, the ground, the ground, runs round, fill boy, till boy, Turns Ro—und, like a M—ill boy, like a Mill boy, good boy. We three, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme follow, follow mee, come follow, follow mee, and we will to the Taverne go with mirth and merry glee: wee'l each man take his Cup, what ever us be-fall, and we will drinke 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 wee'l sing well our parts. Come, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme my hearts lets now be merry, laugh and sing, and drinke old Sherry, with a hey down a derry, with a hey down, hey down derry, with a hey, with a hoe, with a hey down, down, down derry, with a hey down derry.
〈♫〉〈♫〉THe pretty Larke climing the welkin cleer, chaunts with a cheer, heer, peer, I neer my deer, then fall-ing thence, her fall she seems to rue, a due, she saith, a due deer, deer, a due, a due.
〈♫〉〈♫〉O Tom Bouls, Tom Bouls, seest thou not how merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely, mer-re—ly: Ah how merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely: Ah this good, good, good, good, good, Ale trowles.
〈♫〉〈♫〉LEt Symons beard alone, alone, let Symons beard a-lone, 'tis no disgrace to Symons face, for hee had never one: then mock not, nor scoffe not, nor jeere not, nor fleere not, but ra—ther him be-moane. Let, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉IF you will drinke for pleasure, let each man take off his measure, a pint and bee gone, is enough for one, to drinke and pay of his treasure, but if more he wil call, let that, let that man pay for all. If you will, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow mee, whither shall I follow, fol-low, follow, whither shall I follow, follow thee? to the Gallow, gallow, gallow, to the gal—low, gallow tree
〈♫〉〈♫〉SHe that will eate her breakfast in her bed, and spend the morn in dressi-ng of her head, and sit at dinner like a Mayden Bride, and nothing doe all day, but talk of pride: Jove of his mercy may doe much to save her, but what a case is he in that shall have her.
〈♫〉〈♫〉O Yes, O yes, O yes. If there be any man can tell wher's the best wine, at Dog, Sun, or Bell, let him come unto the Crier, quickly come, come quickly satisfie my desire: this washy beer lies heer, in my stomack every where, come, come, let's away to the Tavern I say a cup of rich Ca-nary, will make my heart full merry, come quickly sa-tis-fie my desire. O yes, &c.
Doctors. 〈♫〉〈♫〉Welcome Patients, how affected, how affected: Oh it's a Feaver, drink or dy, or dy. Welcome, &c Patients. 〈♫〉〈♫〉Doctor tel what wil make a sick man wel, hot & dry: O it's a Feaver, drink or dy, drink or dy. Doctor tel, &c
〈♫〉〈♫〉PRatty Naun, bony Naun, const thoo leuf an Aude man, aged with griefe, neen but thoo const gif reliefe, pratty Naun, lettl bony Naun, foncy ma yf thoo con. Pratty, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉I Se goe with thee my sweet Peggy, my Honny, fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, thous be welcome to me with thy mony, sing fa, la, la, la, la, la▪ then strike it up Piper, let's ha 'een a spring gid-feth sir, and that you's ha, hey ding, hey ding. Brase your Tabour, whilst we labour, fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, harke how the Drone, be—low a-lone doth Hum,
〈♫〉〈♫〉whilst my pigs ney cries fie, fie, fie, fie, I say no more but mum. Thou and I will foot it Joe, fa, la, 〈♫〉〈♫〉la, la, la, la, and what w'eel doe neene shall know, but taste the Juce of Bar-ly, wee'l sport all night for 〈♫〉〈♫〉our delight, and home in the morning early. 〈♫〉〈♫〉
〈♫〉〈♫〉DOwne in a Dungeon deepe, I heard a fearfull, fearfull noice, the Prisoners could not sleep, there were such Ro—ring boyes, they cri'd aloud, some To-bac-co and Sacko, Sacko, quickly, quickly, quickly, quick-ly, quickly boyes. Down, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉A Pox on the Jalor, and on his fat Goales, ther's liberty lies in the bottome of Bowles: A Fig for the Raskall, what e're he can do, his Dungeons are deepe, so are our Cups too: then drink we a health in dispight of our foes, and make our cold Irons cry clink in the close. A, &c
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHat shall hee have that kil'd the Deere, his leather skin and horns to wear, take you no scorn to wear a horn, it was a creast e're thou was borne, thy fathers father bore it, and thy father wore it, the horn, the horn, the lusty horne is not a thing to laugh to scorne. What shall hee, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉THere was an old man at Walton crosse, who merrily sung when he liv'd by the losse, hey tro-ly, lo—ly, lo-ly, lo, hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo: He never was heard to sigh a hey ho, but sent it out with a hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo ly, lo, hey tro ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo. He chear'd up his heart when his goods went to wrack, with a hem, boys, hem, & a cup of old sack, hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo, hey tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HEre lies a woman, who can deny it, she dyed in peace, though lived unquiet: Her husband prays, if o're her grave you walk, you would tread soft, you would tread soft; for if she wake, for if she wake, she'l talk, tread soft, for if she wake she'l talk. Here, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉IF you wil drink Canary at the Paul head, let's meet old Harry ther's wine that will fright from the fearfull spright, the heavy cares of night, 'tis such as above they sip from the Palme of Jove.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CAll for the Ale stand or fall, we'le drink a health to the Fat-man, I would it were in Sack, though mony we lack, fill us to'ther Pot-man.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme let us cast the Dice who shal drink, mine is twelve, and his sice sink, six and foure is thine, and he threw nine: Come away sinke tray, sice ace faire play, quater dewce is your throw Sir, quater ace, they run low Sir, two dewces I see, dewce ace is but three. Oh where is the wine, come fill up his Glasse, for heere is the man hath thrown Ams Ace.
〈♫〉〈♫〉DRink tonight of the Moon-shine bright, and marke upon her border, some Rites to be done to Phebus the Sun, in trim and comely order: first that appear, are the Priests of the year, with their Sencors full of Wine, then Cintha bright in all her light, the Godess most Divine: And as they passe they drink and sing, all health and praise to Apollo their King, all health and praise to Apollo their King.
〈♫〉〈♫〉SEe how in gathering of their May, each Lad and Lasse do kisse and play, do kisse loves hole, & play with loves hole, do kisse and play, do kisse and play, each thing doth smile as it would say, this is loves hole, loves Holyday, loves hole doe kisse, and play with loves hole, loves hole, loves Holyday, & while loves kindly fires doe sting, hark Philomell doth sweetly sing, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, doth sweetly sing. See, &c
〈♫〉〈♫〉LEts cast away care, and merrily sing, there is a time for every thing: he that playes at his work, or works in his play, neither keeps working▪ nor yet Holy-day: set bu—si-nesse aside, and let us be merry, and drown our dry thoughs in Ca-na ry and Sherry. Let's cast. &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉NEver let a man take heavily the clamour of his wife, but be rul'd by me, and lead a merry life, let her have her will in ev'ry thing, if she scolds, then laugh and sing hey derry, derry, derry ding. Never, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HAng sorrow and cast away care, and let us drink up our Sack: They say 'tis good to cherish the blood, and for to strengthen the back: 'tis wine that makes the thoughts aspire, and fills the body with heat, besides 'tis good, if well understood, to fit a man for the feat: then call and drinke up all, the Drawer is ready to fill, a pox of care, what need we to spare, my father hath made his Will.
〈♫〉〈♫〉THe Wise men were but seaven, nee'r more shall be for mee. The Muses were but nine. The Worthies three times three. And three merry boyes, and three merry boyes, and three merry boyes are wee. The Wise men, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉GOose Law'd with Goose for Cosin Ganders Land, and Fox the Lawyer tooke the Cause in hand. Term being ended, Judgement did proceed, like Fooles they met, & Beggers they agreed: Then to dig, and delve, and plough, both went, to get by paine what Idly they had spent. Goose law'd, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉DAinty fine A-niseed water fine, dainty content and your mony againe: See, here comes Robin Hermophradite, hot Waters he cries for his delight: he got a Child of a Maid, and yet is no man, was got with child by a man, and is no woman. Dainty fine, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉ILe tel you of a mat-ter, if that you'l be content of a man that provok't his Maid to break
〈♫〉〈♫〉the Commandement. At first she was not willing, for shame to do the same, for twenty shillings, I vow 〈♫〉〈♫〉quoth she, I will not wrong my Dame: Thy Dame's a good old woman, but taketh no delight, for a 〈♫〉〈♫〉man that lieth by her side, must not touch her all the night. I'le tell, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉SHew a Roome, shew a Roome, shew a Roome, heer's a Knot of good fellows are come that mean for to be merry, with Clarret and with Sherry, each man to mirth him-selfe disposes, and for the Reckning tell Noses, give the red nose some white, and the pale nose some Clarret, but the nose that lookes Blew, give him a cup of Sack, 'twil mend his hew. Shew a Roome, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉MO—ny, mony, mony, 'tis that only can give life to the soule of a man, what though some men of vaine beliefe, do other ayd, wish and implore, mony, mony, mony, mony, mony, mony, is the chiefe, give me but that I aske no more. Mony, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHat are we met, come lets see if here's enough to sing this glee, look about, count your number, singing will keep us from crazy slumber, 1.2. and 3. so many there be that can sing, the rest for wine may ring, here is Tom Jack & Harry, sing away & do not tarry, merrily now lets sing, carous & tiple, heres Bristow milk com suck this niple, ther's a fault sir, never halt sir before a Criple.
〈♫〉〈♫〉PRepare your hearts for mirth, chant clear-ly as we may, this is the Muses birth, let us make Holy-day: See here they all are come no man shews discontent, but lively fill the room with honest mer-ri-ment, that the sweet Muses nine may know, and plainly see, our offrings at the Shrine is Love and Harmony. Prepare, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉SO—cie—ty the life of man, mer-ri-ly let every one take his Can, 'tis a health to each mans happinesse, or if you please to your Mistresse: Then drink about and make no Noice, pay for what we call, and still be pretious boyes. Society, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉MY Mistresse will not be content to take a jape, a jape, a jape, as Chaucer meant, but following still the womans fashion, allowes it, allowes it of the new trans-slation: Nor with the word she'l not dispence, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet I know she loves the sence.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WIll you buy a New merry Booke, or a dolefull Ditty, then looke, here's a proper Ballet, most fit for the pallet of a chamber-maid that was over laid, which shee ••u'th, 'tis cal'd a warning for youth: he tooke her 'bout the middle so small, he threw her downe, but that was not all, I should howl out-right, to tel of the rest, how this poor-a maid was over prest, therefore
〈♫〉〈♫〉quickly come and buy, and read for your penny, come my hearts, 'tis as good a Bargain as e're you had a-〈♫〉〈♫〉ny: heer's no Sussex Serpent to fright you here in my Bundle, nor was it e-ver Printed for the Widdow 〈♫〉〈♫〉Trundle. Will you, &c. 〈♫〉〈♫〉
〈♫〉〈♫〉THis chirping glasse, let no good fellow passe, but take it and shake it, and never for-sake it, to thee, for I doe think thou'lt take thy drink, what man already doe you be-gin to shrinke, stand but this bout, and drink it out, alasse it will not be I see, he's slaine, give him a cup of rich Ca-na-ry, 'twil make him rise againe, no, 'tis in vaine, ding, dong, ding, dong bell, thus we ring his
〈♫〉〈♫〉Knell, by the force of old Ca—na—ry he fell, so Blade farewell. This, &c
〈♫〉〈♫〉THis geere goes hard, 'tis almost mar'd, 'tis driv'n so like a Cart, 'tis good in sight, then sing it right, or else you lose the other quart: I'le ne'r go out, but sing it right three times about, and friendly part. This geere, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HAve you observ'd the Wench in the street, she's scarce any Hose or Shooes to her feet, yet she is ve-ry merry, and when she cries she sings, I ha' hot Codlins, hot Codlins, or have you e-ver seene or heard the mortall with a Lyon Tawny beard, he lives as merrily as a-ny heart can wish, and still he cries, buy a Brish, buy a Brish, since these are merry, why should we take care, Musitions
〈♫〉〈♫〉like Camelians must live by the Ayre: then let's be Blith and bonny, and no good meeting Baulk, for when we 〈♫〉〈♫〉have no mo-ny, we shall finde Chalk. Have you observ'd, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme follow me merrily, merrily, Lads, come follow me merrily, ah, and we wil sing sol, fa, fa, sol, fa, fa, fa, sol, sol, fa, put sol before la, and fa af-ter me, sol, la, me, fa, me, la, me, fa. Come, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HAve you any worke for a Tinker Mistris, old Brasse old Pots, or Ketles, I'le mend them all with a Tink, terry tink, and never hurt your Mettles: First let me have but a touch of your Ale, 'twill steele me'gainst cold weather, or Tinkers Frees or Vintners Lees, or Tobaco chuse you whether: But of your Ale, your nappy Ale, I would I had a Ferkin; for I am old, and ve-ry, ve-ry cold, and never weare a Jer-kin. Have, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HOw mer—ri-ly looks the man that hath Gold, he seemeth but twenty, though three-score years old? How nimble the Bee that flieth about and gathereth hony within and without? But men without mony, and Bees without hony, are nothing better then Drones, Drones. How, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉O Hick and Stephen you'r welcome hither, let Neighbours Children hold to-gether: if thou dost love mee, as I doe love thee, how well shall we love one a-nother: Then let's be merry and drink about, and never part till all be out. O Hick, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉O The wily, wily Fox, with his many wily mocks, wee'l earth him if you'l but follow, and when that we have don't, to conclude this merry haunt, let us roundly whoope and hollow, prethee drink, prethee drink, prethee, prethee, prethee drink, that the Hunters may follow. O the, &c,
〈♫〉〈♫〉YOnder he goes takes Corns from your Toes, cures the Gout and all woes, call him hi-ther, his skill I will try, before he passe by, or sure I shall dy this weather: the re-ports of your fame sir, calls you againe sir; shew your skill, or shame your face ever. Yonder, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COridon, thou Swain, I am thy lovely Phillis, my love runs down amain to drink to thee my will is: once again fils a quart of Sack boy, and let us be full merry, for now my very back boy, with drinking of old Sherry, begins to crack boy: so Coridon my love, thy Phillis bids adue, till Powers from above do grant thee a new kind Turtle Dove.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme hither Tom, and make up three, and sing this Catch with me, though the tune be old, I dare be bold, 'tis good if we all agree: So now comes in my noble Jack, keep time upon his back, if he misse, I doe swear, I'le pull him by the ear, un-till I doe heare it crack: now listen to the Basse, for he will us disgrace; I feare the lout will first be out, he makes such an ugly face. Come, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HEre dwells a pretty Mayd, whose name is Sis, you may come in and kisse: Her hole, her hole, her hole, her whole estate is seventeen pence a yeare, yet you may kisse, you may kisse, you may kisse, you may kisse her, if you come but neare. Here, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉MY La-dy and her Mayd up-on a merry pin, they made a match at farting, who should the wager win. Jone lights three Candles then▪ and sets them bolt upright, with the first fart she blew them out, with the next she gave them light. In comes my La-dy then with all her might and maine, and blew them out, and in, and out, and in, and out againe. My La-dy, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉TIs Amarillis walking all a—lone, in her Garden making moan, in her Gar—den making moan for her Cor-ridon, that left her in the Grove dy—ing for love, like a poore di—stress-ed Dove, and then she with sighs and sobs, and grievous groans, sayd farewel most sweet, but un-kind Corri-don. 'Tis Amarillis, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉TIng, ting. DIng, ding, ding, dong, bell: Ding, ding, ding, ding, dong, bell: Oh cru-ell Death, that stopt the breath of him I lov'd so well; a lack and well a—way, Tis a heavy day, as e—ver us befell: then for his sake, some order let us take, that we may ring his Knell: Ding, dong, ding, ding, ding, dong, bell: Ding, ding, ding, ding, dong, bell: Hark, hark, I heare the Bel-man
〈♫〉〈♫〉near, I heare the bell come tinging; goe Bel-man on before, and stand at the door, for now the Corse is 〈♫〉〈♫〉bringing; make ready all anon, that we may be gone, for all the Bels are ringing, Ding, dong. Ding▪ &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CUckooe, go Neighbours helpe us to hedge in the Cuckoo, keep, keep, keep, O keep in the Cuckooe. Cuckooe, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉GOod Susan be as secret as you can, you know your Master is a jealous man; though thou and I doe mean no hurt, or ill, yet men take women in the worst sence still: and fear of horns more griefe in hearts hath bred, then wearing horns doth hurt a Cuckolds head. Good Susan, &c
〈♫〉〈♫〉LOve in thy youth fair Maid, be wise, old Time wil make thee colder, and though each morning new arise, yet we each day grow colder: thou as heav'n art faire, and yong, thine eyes like twin stars shining. yet ere another day be sprung, all these will be de-clining. Then Winter comes with all his fears, and all thy sweets, thy sweets will borrow, too late then wilt thou shower thy tears, & I too late shall sorrow
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme drink to mee, and I will drink to thee, to thee, and then shall wee full well agree. I have lov'd the jolly tankard ful seven winters, & more: I lov'd it so long till that I went upon the score. He that loves not the tankard, is no honest man, jj And he is no right soldier that loves not the can. Tap the canikin, toss the canikin, trole the canikin, turn the canikin. Hold good son, and fill us a fresh can, that we may quaffe
〈♫〉〈♫〉it round about from man to man, Come, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉A Boat, a Boat, haste to the Ferry, for wee'l goe o-ver to be merry, to laugh and sing and drink old Sherry. A Boat, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw I am marri'd, Sir John I'le not curse: he joins us together for better for worse; but if I were single, I tell you plain, I would be ad-vis'd, e're I marri'd againe. Now I am, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HEe that reads this verse now, perhaps may have a lowring Sow, whose looks are nothing neare so bad, as is her tongue that makes him mad. Hee that, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉IF thou art my honest friend, follow me, follow me, come follow, follow me, follow me, and we will sing this Catch, and we will sing this Catch to the end, with mirth and merry glee, with mirth and merry glee: But the third part comes in, what shall I doe then? Take thy Liquor off, and be—gin agen. If thou art, &c.
To be sung with foure Voyces, the fourth Voyce, coming in, at take thy Liquor off, and begin againe, and so round.
〈♫〉〈♫〉FIll me my Wine in Christall, thus, and thus, I see't in's pu-ris na••tu—ra—li-bus un -mixt, I love to have it smirk, smirk, smirk, and shine, 'tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throt—tle wine, what road man's he, that when it sparkles so will coole his flames, or quench his fires with snow. Fill me, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉ASke me why I doe not sing to the tension of the string as I did, as I did not long ago, when my numbers, when my numbers full did flow: Griefe (ah mee) hath struck my Lute, and my tongue, and my tongue at one time mute. Aske me. &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉THe silver Swan, who living had no Note, till Death approcht, unlockt her silent throat, leaning her brest against the Reedy Shore, thus sung her first and last, and sung no more, farewell all joyes. Oh Death come close mine eyes, more Geese then Swans now live, more fooles then wise. The silver, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WEe's au be dy wi dinking, wee's au be dunke wi d••nking, gan we gang on as we begun, wée's au be slay wi dinking. Wée's, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw my Lads, now my Lads, now let's be merry: here is old Charingo, Syder, and Perry; then let us dance and sing, hey down, down derry. Now my Lads, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WIl't thou lend me thy Mare to ride a mile? No, she's lame going over a Stile. But if thou wilt her to me spare, thou shalt have mony for thy Mare. Oh, say yee so, say ye so, mony will make my Mare to go, mony will make my Mare to go. Wilt thou, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HEy hoe, hey hoe, hearts delight, strong Ale is good in Winter; doe a faire Maid up-on a Brasse Pot, and the Child will prove a Tinker, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tera tink, tink, tink, tera, re-ra rink, tink, tink, tink. Hey hoe, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉MArch bravely on boyes, never be dismayd, our E-nemies are gone boyes, & are well apayd; let them away, since that we have got the day, we have time for to drink, and wash the brain. Now Soldiers come below, shew your valour here, see, heer's Wine & Beer, (that will chear) come boys, come away, drink all round without de-lay, this Liquor will our healths maintain. Beat up Alarum we the field have won,
〈♫〉〈♫〉sound out our Trumpets, Oh bravely done! Now all our Foes are shot and slaine, wee'le never to the 〈♫〉〈♫〉Wars againe. March bravely, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WWars are our delight, we drinke as we fight, tarra, ra, ra, ra, dub a dub, dub a dub, dub, bounce, tantarra, ran, tan, tan. Wars, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉IF a—ny so wise is that Sack he dispises, let him drink his smal beer and be so-ber, whil'st we drink Sack, and sing as if it were Spring, he shall droop like the trees in Octo-ber: But be sure o—ver night if this dog do you bite, you take it henceforth for a warning, soon as out of your bed, to settle your head, take a haire of his tayle in the mor-ning, and be not so sil-ly to fol-low old Lilly, for
〈♫〉〈♫〉there's nothing but Sack that can tune us; let his ne-assuescas be put in his cap case, and sing bi-bi—to vi-〈♫〉〈♫〉-num Je-ju-nus. If a-ny, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CAll for the best the house may ring Sack, White, & Clarret: Let them bring, and drink apace, & drink apace, while breath you have, while breath you have, you'l find but cold drink in the Grave. Call for, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉GOod Symon, how comes it your nose looks so red, and your cheeks and lips looke so pale: Sure the heat of the Toast, your nose did so roast, when they were both sous't in Ale: It shows like the spire of Pauls. Steeple on fire, each Ruby darts forth (such lightning) flashes, while your face looks as dead, as if it were Lead and cover'd all o're with Ashes: Now to heighten his colour, yet fill his pot, fill
〈♫〉〈♫〉his pot fuller, and nick it not so with froth: Gra—mercy mine Host, it shall save thee a Toast, sup Symon 〈♫〉〈♫〉for here is good Broth· Good Symon.
〈♫〉〈♫〉WHen e—ver I marry, I'le marry a Maid, I'le marry a Maid, for Widdows are wilfull, for Widdows are wilfull, and will be obey'd. When, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme quaffe apace this brisk Canary Wine, better then that the high, the high priz'd Lesbyan Vine, or fat Falernum shows, this who chuses, dips in the true, true Fountain of the Muses: sinke here all care with mirth wee'l fill the Scean, and like mad Greekish Gods pisse Minta••yne. Come quaffe, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme pretty Maydens, what is't you buy? See what is't you lack? if you can finde a Toy to your minde, be so kind, view the Pedlars pack: Here be Laces and Masks for your faces, Corall, Jet, and Amber, Gloves made of thread, & toys for your head, and rich Perfumes for a La—dies Chamber. Come and buy, come buy for your loving Hony, some pretty Toy to please the Boy, I'le sell it you worth your mony. Come, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉COme honest friends and jo—viall boys, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, & sing this Catch merry, merri-ly jo—viall boys and honest friends, follow, follow me, come follow, follow me, come follow me, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch merry, merry—ly, honest friends come fol-
〈♫〉〈♫〉low me jo-vi—all boys, come follow, follow me, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, sing this 〈♫〉〈♫〉Catch, merry, merri—ly. Come honest friends, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉CAll to the Parson, the Parson, & let us goe drink some red Cowes milk, ho brave Boys, or Sack of the best, then glide to the Chappel of rest, where our Song shal on-ly be drink thou to mee, and I to thee, & then.
〈♫〉〈♫〉BOy go down, and fill the tother quart that we may drink the Captains health before that we depart, make haste and come away, for here we must not stay, be nimble then you Knave wee'l meet another day, O do not frown you arrant Clown, when we cry. Boy go down, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉BOy go up and see what makes them mad, they throw my stools, like drunken fools as mony none they had, be nimble then, they'l meet another day, and then they all shall know what they left to pay: Speak them fair thou Clown, pray them all come down. Boy go up, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉THe bravest of Souldiers is the Va-liant drinker, he never was shrinker that did line his Helmet with rich Wine, nothing harms him, 'tis the Fu-ell not his Armour, Then a Cruice of lusty Juice. Third Part. Liquor charms him, of a Du-ell, keepes him warmer, then a Cruice of lusty Juice. The bravest, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉STand still and listen if you hear with me Anthony Markes on his stump, I sweare if in this Vault he rests his bones, his spi-rit walks & charms these stones. Stand, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉HA we to the o-ther World, where 'tis thought they very merry be, there the man in the Moon drinks Claret, a health to thee and mee. Ha we, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw we are met, let's merry, merry bee, for one halfe houre, with mirth and glee, to re—create our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw we are met let's merry, merry bee, for one halfe houre, with mirth and glee, to re—create our Spi-rits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are, &c.
〈♫〉〈♫〉NOw we are met, let's merry, merry bee, for one halfe houre, with mirth and glee to re—cre—ate our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are
〈♫〉〈♫〉HEy hoe, behold, I will shew a Pye or Par-rate, chuse you whether. Now he prattles, look hoe, then we may both shake hands together. Thou pratest like a Cuckooe, then we may both shake hands together. Hey hoe, behold, &c
〈♫〉〈♫〉HOrse to trot, to trot, I say, Amble & Amble, & make a stay, & Gallop, a Gallop, a Gallop away.