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

[A Tavern Song, or The Hectors of Holborn.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. John Banister.

[ 21] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 CAll up the Master, oh! this is fine! he brags of many rare Nectors, Liquors of Life, and Soft. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sends the bad Wine, to us the Cocks of the Hectors; To us the Cocks of the Hectors: Wine, in which Soft. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Flies were drown'd the last Summer, but hang't, let it pass, here's a Health in a Rummer; But hang't, let it 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pass, here's a Health in a Rummer. Old Hectors are we, and London's New Troy, fill us more Wine, more Wine; Master. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Ha Drawer, Boy! speak in the Dolphin, speak in the Swan; Draw'r, Draw'r! a╌non Sir, a╌non! 〈♫〉〈♫〉 George, George! Ralph, Ralph! go speak in the Star; the Recining's unpaid; We'l pay't at the Bar.

Master. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Quart of Claret in the Miter, score; the Hectors are Ranting, Tom! shut the Door: The Skirmish be╌gins,beware Pates and Shins; the Piss-pot runs down, and the Candles are out, the Glasses are broken, the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Pots fly about. George! Ralph! speak in the Che╌quer, By and by; Ro╌bin is wounded, the Hectors do fly; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Call for the Constable, let in the Watch, these Hectors of Holborn shall meet with their match. At midnight you 〈♫〉〈♫〉 send the Justice among us; but all the day long you did us the wrong, when for Varinus you sent up Mundungus. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Your Rec'nings are large, your Bottles are small, still changing your Wine as fast as we call; your Canary has 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Lime in't, your Claret has Stum, tell the Constable this, and then let him come.