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

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Title: The second book of the Pleasant musical companion being a new collection of select catches, songs and glees : for two and three voices.
Publication: London :: Printed for John Playford ...,; 1686.
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Subject terms: Glees, catches, rounds, etc.; Part-songs, English.
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A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Richard Brown.

[CANTVS.]

[ 1] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme Jack, come tipple off your Wine, and leave this foolish Game of Loving; where Glasses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 do so briskly shine, how can a Woman's Face be moving! The Cheeks you praise, the Lips you kiss, ar'nt 〈♫〉〈♫〉 half so pure, so pure, so pure, so red as this, ar'nt half so pure, so red as this.

Both Care and Fears; and Sighs and Pain, Make up your Life now you're a Lover; And if you do at last obtain, The happy Minute's quickly over, But no such thing in Wine we meet, {repeat} No Joys at once {repeat} are long and sweet. {repeat}

[BASSVS.]

[ 1] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme Jack, come tipple off your Wine, and leave this foolish Game of Loving; where Glasses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 do so briskly shine, how can a Woman's Face be moving! The Cheeks you praise, the Lips you 〈♫〉〈♫〉 kiss, ar'nt half so pure, so pure, so red as this, ar'nt half so pure, so red as this.