An Additional Sheet to the Book entituled, The Musical Companion.
A. 3 Voc.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] NOw hap╌pi╌ly met, let's cast a╌way Care,
[...] and each Man un╌to Mirth himself prepare;
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.
[...] 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.