An additional sheet to the book entituled, The musical companion

An Additional Sheet to the Book entituled, The Musical Companion.

A. 3 Voc.

Mr. Henry Alridge.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 OH the bonny Christchurch Bells, 1 2 3 4 5 6; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 they found so wond'rous great 〈♫〉〈♫〉 so woundy sweet, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and they trowl so mer╌ri╌ly, mer╌ri╌ly. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Oh! the first and second Bell, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 that e╌ve╌ry day at Four and Ten, cry, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come, come, come, come, come to Pray'rs; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and the Vir╌ger troops before 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.

Another to the same TUNE.

HArk, the merry Tinker's crew, Nell, Doll, Moll, Kate, & Sue; They swig such wond'rous Ale, So woundy stale; And they Chat so merrily, merrily. Hark, the bawling Brats do cry Along the Streets, as you pass by, Oh, good Sir, pray Sir, one Farthing; And thus the Bantlins never lin. Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, goes the Frying-pan, to call the Doxies home; But the Dev'l a Jade Will leave her Trade, 'Till the mighty Tinker comes.

A. 3 Voc.

Dr. John Blow.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHen Ju╌dith had laid Ho╌li╌fer╌nas 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. 3 Voc.

Dr. John Blow.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 JOan has been Gal╌lop╌ping, Gallopping, Gallopping, Joan has been Gallopping all the Town o're, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 'till her Bumfiddle, Bumfiddle, Bumfiddle, that 'till her Bumfiddle was wonderous fore; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 without e're a Sad╌dle upon her old Jade, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 to fetch her good Man from the Alehouse Trade.

A. 3 Voc.

Mr. Alridge.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 TOm Jol╌ly's Nose I mean to abuse; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 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, jolly Tom's Nose, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 the more it is batter'd, the more it grows. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then drink to Tom Jol╌ly a coo╌ling Glass, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 or jol╌ly Tom's Nose will fire his Face.

A. 4 Voc.

Mr. John Moss.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 QUoth the Thatcher to his Man, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Jack, what dost think? 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Let's raise this Ladder if we can, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 but first let's drink; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let's raise this Ladder if we can, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 but first let's drink; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let's raise this Ladder if we can, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 but first let's drink.

A. 3 Voc. Bartholomew Fair.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 HEre's that will challenge all the Fair; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 come buy my Nuts and Damsons, my Burgamy Pears: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here's the Whore of Ba╌by╌lon, the De╌vil, and the Pope; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 the Girl is just a go╌ing on the Rope. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here's Di╌ves, and La╌za╌rus, and the World's Cre╌a╌tion; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 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╌to╌to╌to╌tot, goes the little peny Trumpet; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 here's your Jacob Hall that can Jump it, Jump it: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Sound Trumpet, sound, a Silver Spoon and Fork; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 come here's your dainty Pig and Pork.

A. 3 Voc. A Catch sung at the Lord Admiral's Feast.

Mr. G. H.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme let us drink; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and ne╌ver think, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 for Care kills a Cat; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 but Wine makes us Fat. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Here's a Health to the No╌ble Commanders within; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Ad╌mi╌ral's Friends, who will part with their Skin 〈♫〉〈♫〉 for Loy╌al╌ty and Honour; whose worth we sing, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 to clear up our Throats for a Health to the King.

A. 3 Voc. A Catch.

Mr. G. H.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 NOw hap╌pi╌ly met, let's cast a╌way Care, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and each Man un╌to Mirth himself pre∣pare; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let all that are Plotters be kick'd like a Ball, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and tum╌bling down, break their Necks in the fall; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 While we who are Loy╌al do pray for our King, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 That long he may Reign, in Peace and Plen╌ty, let's sing.

A Glee for 3 Voc. Cantus Primus.

Mr. John Jackson.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Pox on our Jaylor, and on his fat Jole; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 there's Li╌ber╌ty lies in the bottom o'th' Bole: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Fig for what e╌ver the Rascal can do; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Dungeon is deep, but our Cups are so too, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Dungeon is deep, but our Cups are so too. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then drink we a Round in de╌spite of our Foes, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and make our hard Irons cry Clink in the close. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then laugh we, and quaff we, un╌til our rich Noses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grow Red, and contest with our Chaplets of Roses, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grow Red, and contest with our Chaplets of Ro╌ses.

A Glee for 3 Voc. Cantus Secundus.

Mr. John Jackson.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Pox on our Jaylor, and on his fat Jole; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 there's Liberty lies in the bottom o'th' Bole: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Fig for what e╌ver the Rascal can do; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Dungeon is deep, but our Cups are so too, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Dungeon is deep, but our Cups are so too. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then drink we a Round in despite of our Foes, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and make our hard Irons cry Clink in the close. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then laugh we, and quaff we, un╌til our rich Noses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grow red, and contest with our Chaplets of Roses; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grow red, and contest with our Chaplets of Ro╌ses.

A Glee for 3 Voc. Bassus.

Mr. John Jackson.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Pox on our Jaylor, and on his fat Jole; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 there's Liberty lies in the bottom o'th' Bole: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Fig for what e╌ver the Rascal can do; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Dungeon is deep, but our Cups are so too, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Dungeon is deep, but our Cups are so too. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then drink we a Round in despite of our Foes, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and make our hard Irons cry Clink in the close. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then laugh we, and quaff we, until our rich Noses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grow Red, and contest with our Chaplets of Roses; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 grow Red, and contest with our Chaplets of Ro╌ses.

A Glee for 3 Voc. Cantus Primus.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LEt's Live, and let's Love, let's Laugh, and let's Sing, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 whilst that shrill Eccho's ring; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Humours a╌gree, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 from Cares we are free, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and none are more happy, more happy, than we.

A Glee for 3 Voc. Cantus Secundus.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LEt's Live, and let's Love, let's Laugh, and let's Sing, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 whilst that shrill Eccho's ring; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Humours a╌gree, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 from Cares we are free, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and none are more happy, more happy, than we.

A Glee for 3 Voc. Bassus.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 LEt's Live, and let's Love, let's Laugh, and let's Sing, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 whilst that shrill Eccho's ring; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 our Humours a╌gree, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 from Cares we are free, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and none are more happy, more happy, than we.

FINIS.