The catch club, or, Merry companions being a choice collection of the most diverting catches for three and four voices / compos'd by the late Mr. Henry Purcell, Dr. Blow, &c.

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The catch club, or, Merry companions being a choice collection of the most diverting catches for three and four voices / compos'd by the late Mr. Henry Purcell, Dr. Blow, &c.
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Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.
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London :: Printed for I. Walsh ...,
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"The catch club, or, Merry companions being a choice collection of the most diverting catches for three and four voices / compos'd by the late Mr. Henry Purcell, Dr. Blow, &c." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A56288.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.

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A. 3. Voc.

The Czars Health. by Mr. H. Hall.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Dragoons have a care, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 here's a health to the Czar, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 we'll all, all, we'll all do the migh╌ty Russ reason: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Ex╌amine your Cup, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 that you drink it all up, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 if you leave, but one drop, if you leave but one drop, 'tis high Treason, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 wou'd you drink drink drink wou'd you drink like a Russ, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 while you take it off thus, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 still with Pepper improve your weak Brandy, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 And then to be just, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 to give it a gust, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 still still let Nitre supply supply Sugar candy, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Thus arm'd let it Blow, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let it Hail, let it Snow, let it Hail, let it Snow, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 it will ne'er make our Hero look thin Sir, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 warm without with the Hair, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 of his dear Brother Bear, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and the Cordial the Cor╌dial I wot, on I wot on within Sir.
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