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Travaillez les partitions de chansons compleat, pleasant et divertive, set to musick Volume 5, chansons, de D'Urfey, Thomas. Cette partition baroque écrite pour les instruments tels que:
  • voix

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  • chansons
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  • pour voix non accompagnées
  • partitions pour voix
  • langue anglaise

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Edition: London: Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-1720. Reissue - London: Unidentified publisher, n. d. (1876). (re-typeset).
Libbretiste: Thomas D´Urfey



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Songs Compleat,
Pleasant and Divertive
By Dr. John Blow, Mr. Henry Purcell,
and other Excellent Masters of the Town.
Ending with some ORATIONS, made and
spoken by me several times upon the
Publick Stage in the Theater.
Together with some Copies of Verses,
Prologues, and Epilogues, as well for my
own Plays as those of other Poets, being
all Humerous and Comical.
Printed by IV. Pearson, for Tonson, atJ.
Shakespear's Head, against Catherine
Street in the Strand, 17 19.
Contain'd in this
iChristians and Lay-Elders too,ALL
As I we?tt by an Hospital, 29
A Shepherd kept Sheep on a, 35
As Iwas a walking under a Grove, 37
A Councelgrave our King did hold, 49
A Heroe no smallRenown,of 56
As the Fryer went along,he 58
Bonny came to the Court, 88A Lad
9iA Pox on those Fools, who exclaim,
Amongst thepure ones all, 105
As Oyster Nan stood by her Tub, 107
Ah ! Cseliahow canyou be, in
Areyougrown so Melancholy, 118
As Collin went his Sheep, 122from
A I do hate,Wife 173
A several 181Thousand ways I try'd,
A\ 5
Alphabetical TABLE.An
A Whig thafsfull, 207
roguishly one Day,As Cupid 217
sick and like to die,A YoungMan 267
sultry Summer's Day 282AtNoon in a T
lovely sweet and dear,Ah! how 287
advance, advancegay, 288Advance,
Lass, what ?nun I da?Ah / foolish 322
impudent Fuller invented, 5BOld
Moon-light on the Green,By 103
Ramsey that any,Bonny Peggy 139
andpurling, 161By shady Woods
doyou distrustBelinda ! why 213
surprize the World,Bom to 250
Coney-Skins,Bring outyour 303
Bonny Scottish Lads thai keens, 326
bring us Wine in Plenty, 1COme
pretty Birdspresent i20Come yo#r9
the Bowl with,Camefillup 138
Cease lovely Strephon, cease ta, 189
complain, 202 whiningDamon to
ranged,Caelia my Heart has often 230
Corinna, my Fate's to loveyou,if 254
Cadia's Charms arepast expressing,, 257
Come Beaus, Virtuoso's, rich Heirs, 265
Cease, cease Cupid to complain, 298of
Come, comeye Nymphs, 300
Chloe blush' andfrown' andswore,d, d, 345
Cselia hence with Affectation, 350
you not hear a gallant, $0ofDID
Divine Astrea hitherflew, 275
Draw Cupid draw, and make, 306
Damon you will believe me,if 327
Drunk 1 was last Night thafs, 329
Delia tir'd Strephon with her, 343
Fair, 91
An Alphabetical TABLE,
Caelia toofondly contemns, 169FAir
Fly Damon 'tis Death to stay, 247fy,
Fear not Mortal, none shallharm, 248
Farezvel ungrateful Traytor, 335
was a bonny Boy,Ilderoy 39G GoodNeighbour why doyou, 73
now Sister Betteris, look,why 68HOW
Heavenfirst created Woman to, 135
Hears not my Philiis how, 149
How happys the Mortal whose, 179
He himselfcoitrts his own Ruin, 188
How happy andfree is the, 193 charming Philiis is, 201
Hither turn thee, hither turn thee, 211
Here lies William de Valence, 220
Ho my dear 7iow what dost,Joy, 240
Here's a Health to the Tackers, 284
Here are and SportsPeople of 308
Hark ! now Drums beat up again,the 3 1
How often have I curs'd that sable Deceit, 352
Am ayoungLass Lynn,of 59I /am ajovial Cobler boldand 757
It was a Rich MerchantMan, 77
Sorrow the Tyrant invade, 83If
101In thepleasant Month May,of
1 10It was a happy Golden Day,
Iprithee sendme back my Heart, 143
In Chloris all soft Charms agree, 162
I lik'd, but never loifd before, 1 7
Iris beware when Strephonpursues 199
7"am one in whom Nature has, 241
In vain, in vain, the GodI ask, 251
In the Devil's Country there, 271
wasIn elder Time, there of"Yore, 289
Ianthia the lovely, the Joy of, 301
Jockey met with Jennyfair, S 3*7
An Alphabetical TABLE.
Lmet with the Devil in the, 330
is in such a Fashion,Jilting 333
Jockey loves his Moggy dearly, 341
the Females attend, 8LET
Lefs bejolly, our Glasses, 16fill
Let's sing Stage-Coaches,of 20
Last Christmas 'twas my chance, 25
Lately as thorough thefair, 44
Let Soldiers and Praise,fightforPay 145
LonghadDamon been admir'd, 158
Laurinda, who did love Disdain, 167
Let Ambitionfire thy Mind, 205
Long was the Day e'er Alexis, 214
Let's be merry, blith and jolly, 337
Friend you wouldunderstand,if 94MY
Marriage it seems is better,for 272
more let Damon's Eyespursue, 239NO
Naypish, naypish, naypish Sir, 305
No, no every Morning my, 323
Now my Freedom's regain'd, 325
No, Phillis, tho'you've all the Charms, 338
Now toyouye dry Wooers, 340
more to these Arms my,ONce 92
One Night in my Ramble I, 109
Oh no/ let Eyes be dry, 130
Old Lewis le Grand, he raves like, 51
old Soldiers, the Songyou,Of 217
late in the Park a Fancy,Of fair 243
Oh / howyouprotest and solemnly, 3 1
PHilander and Sylvia, a gentle, 140
Poor Jenny andIwe toiled, 146
Pretty Floramel, no Tongue can, 160
Plague us not with idle Stories, 204
An Alphabetical TABLE.
Poor Mountfort isgone, and the, 244
Pretty Parrot say, when I was, 280
and Ambition, all to, 1STate Joy
Stay, stay, shut the Gates, 85
Slaves to London P11 deceiveyou, 114
Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither, iyj
See howfair and she lies,fine 252
Since Cselia o?ily has the Art, 286
Some brag their Chloris,of 307
See, Sirs, see Jure ! a Doctor rare, 13
Swain thy hopeless Passion smother, 344
was an old Woman lii/d,THere 1
The Suburbs is afine Place, 27
There can be no Glad man, 32
Then Jockey wou'd a wooing away, 42
There was a Lass Islington,of 46 was a Lord worthyof Fame, 53
There was a Tinker,Jovial 62 is a Doctorfine now come, 7
There was a Knight and he, 112
Think wretched Mortal, think*, 134
To the Wars I must alass, 137
Though the Pride my Passionof fair, 156
Tellmeye Sicilian Swains, 175
To the Grove, gentle Love, let, 182
Tellme no more Flames in,of 183
Tho' Fortune andLove may be, 186
That little Patch uponyour Face, 197
77z<?' over allMankind, besides my, 233
There lives an Ale-draper near, 259
The wasCaffalier gone, and the, 274
The Devil hepulfd his Jacket,off 278
The Jolly, Jolly Breeze.
' 347
The Bowl, ib.
Pon a Holiday, when Nymphs, 87u
An Alphabetical TABLE.
Here gott'st thou the Haver-mill, 17W Whenfirst Mardyke was made, 65
When Maids live to Thirty,yet never, 99
What Life can compare, with the, 125
128With my Strings small Wire,of
When thatyoung Damon bless' 131d,
Wouldyou be a Man in Fashion, 154
WhenfirstIfair Celinda knew, 157
1 busy Fame o'er all the, 64
Why am I the only Creature, 165
Where would coy Amyntas run, 172
Whengay Philander left the Plain, 177
Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope, 185
When Amyntas cha?'med my, 192first
Why sopale andwanfond Lover, 195
When L languishedand wish' you, 209d Isaw her charming Face,first 277
While the Love is thinking, 283
When first began to love,Jemmy 332
~\7OUMaster Colourspray, 22
jl Ye brave Boys and Tars, 1
Young Coridon and Phillis, 126
YourHay it is mow'd, andyour, 142
You happy Youths, whose Hearts, 191
Young Ladies that live in the, 262
You I love by all that's true, 336
You've been with dull Prologues, 349
SONGSSongs Compleat,
&c.Pleasant and Divertive,
The Four-Legg'd Elder : Or a Horrible
EldersRelation a Dog and an Maid.of
By Sir John Burtonhead.
******* LL Christians and Lay-Elders too,
For Shame amend your Lives* ;
I'll tell you of a Dog-trick now,^
* Which much concerns you Wives
>** *****
VOL. V, M;
Maid near Temple-Bar,An Elders
Quean was she(Ah ! what a ?)
ugly Mastiff Cur,Did take an
use to be.Where Christians
House Peers,Help House Commons; ofof
Oh now or never help /
Assembly hath not sat Four Years,Th'
hath broughtforth a Whelp.Yet
late she stept aside,One Evening
fetch EggsPretending to
her self a Bride,And there she made
one that had four Legs :To
Master heard a Rumblement,Her
she did tarryAnd wonder ;
(without his consent)Not dreaming
Marry.His Dog would ever
Help House Commons, &c.of
went to peep, but was afraid,He
hastily did run,And
Staff to help his Maid,To fetch a
was done :Not knowing what
Elders Cane,He took his Ruling
And cry'd out help, help, here;
Swash our Mastiff, and poor ya?ie,For
fight Dog, fight Bear.Are now
Commons, &c.Help House of
full sorry,But when he came he was
For he perceiv'd their Strife
according to the Directory,That
Two were Dog and Wife :They
he) thou cruel Quean,Ah ! (then said
Why hast thou me beguil'd ?
wonder Swash was grown so lean,I
Poor Dog he's almost spoil'd.
House Commons, &c.Help of
no Carnal Sense,I thought thou hadst
But what's in our Lasses :
And could have quench'd thy Cupiscence,
According to the Classes :
Put; ;
Pleasant and Divertive. 3
But all the Parish see it plain,
Since thou art in this pickle
Thou art an Independent Quean,
And lov'st a ©onrjentitle.
Help House Commons, &c.of
Alas now each Malignant Rogue,
Will all the World perswade
That she that's Spouse unto a Dog,
May be an Elder's Maid
They'll jeer us if abroad we stir,
Good Master Elder stay
Sir, of what Classis is your Cur ?
And then what can we say ?
Help House Commons.of
They'll many graceless Ballads sing,
Of a $resfcpterian
That a Lay Elder is a thing
Made up half Dog, half Man :
Out, out, said he, (and smote her down)
Was Mankind grown so scant ?
There's scarce another Dog in Town,
Had took the dTorjenant.
Help House Commons,of &c.
Then Swash began to look full grim,
And didJane thus reply ;
Sir, you thought nought too good for him,
You fed your Dog too high :
'Tis true he took me in the lurch,
And leap'd into my Arms ;
But (as I hope to come at Church)
I did your Dog no harm.
Help House Commons,of &c.
Then she was brought to Newgate Goal,
And there was Naked stripp'd
They whipp'd her till the Cords did fail,
As Dogs us'd to be whipp'd :
b 2 PoorSongs Compleat,
Poor City Maids shed many a Tear,
When she was lash'd and bang'd
And had she been a Cavalier,
Surely she had been hang'd.
House Co7nmons,Help of &c.
Hers was but Fornication found,
which she felt the LashFor :
presum'd,But his was Buggry
Therefore they hanged Swash :
What will become of Bishops then,
Or Independency ?
For now we find both Dogs and Me
forStand up Presfagtrg
Help House Commons, &c.of
She might have took a Sow-gelder,
With Synod-men good store,
But she would have a Lay-Elder,
With Two Legs and Two more :
Go tell the Assembly of Divines,
Tell Adoniram blue
Tell Burgess, Marshall, Case and Vines,
Tell Now-and-Anon too.
Help House Commons,of &c.
Some say she was a Scottish Girl,
Or else (at least) Witcha ;
But she was born in Colchester,
Was ever such a Bitch :
Take heed all Christian Virgins now,
The Dog-Star now prevails
Ladys beware your Monkeys too,
For Monkeys have long Tails.
Help House Commons, &c.of
Bless King and Queen, and send us Peace,
As we had Seven Years since
For we remember no Dog-days,
While we enjoy'd our Prince :
Bless: ; ;
Pleasant and Diverlive.
Bless sweetPrince Charles,TwoDukes,ThreeGirls,
Lord save his Majesty ;
Grant that his Commons, Lords, and Earls,
May lead such lives as He.
Help House Commo?2S, &c.of
Plain ProofRtiind
Or, a Grand CHEAT Discover d.
—m —g-#—i -M~^-^±±z «
G>Impudent i^//<?r invented Plot,aBOld
And all to discover whatthe Devil knows
About a young Bantling strangely begot.
Which no body can deny.
The better to cheat both the Fools and the Wise,
He Impos'd on a Nation a Hundred of Lies
That none but a Knight of the Post could devise.
Which no body can deny.
HeSongs Compleat,6
Honour peep,He tells us he had the to
Welch Infant did sleepIn the Warming-pan where the
And found out a Plot which was Damnable deep,
Which no Body can believe.
to the Wise Senate he suddenly went,Then
all the Lies that he then could invent,Where he told
Voted a Rogue by consent,For which he was
deny.Which no Body can
Punish'd for that his Offence,And tho' he was
it was so long since,He has almost forgot it,
Commence,Therefore the whole Game he began to
Which no Bodycan deny.
Then he to the Lords his bold Letters did send,
told the high Peers, that the Plot he could mend.And
make it as plain, as he first did pretend,And
deny.Which no Body can
his Witnesses were mighty Men,He told them
Town, the Devil knowsThat wou'd come to the tho'
And make William Fuller once famous agen,
no Body can deny.Which
The Lords they were Generous, Noble and Kind,
allowed him Freedom his 'Squires to find,And
will when the Devil is Blind,The which he do
Which ?io Body can deny.
declared him scandalousSo the Peers they a Sot,
And none thinks him fit to manage a Plot,
If Newgate and Tyburn does fall to his Lot,
There's no Body will drny.
They gave him no more time than himself did require?
To find out his yones and the wandering 'Squire,
time beingBut the come, they were never the nigher,
Which no Body can deny.
Theand Divertive,Pleasant 7
for him did send,The brave House of Commons next
pretend,To hear what the Block-headly Fool wou'd
humbly request, that they wou'd him befriend,Who
can deny.Which no Body
declar'd they were near London Town,One day he
were flown,But the very next Day into Wales they
Such nimble Heel'd Witnessess never were known,
Which no Body can deny.
When being Examin'd about his sham Plot,
answer'd as though he had minded them not,He
the Young Rogue had his Lesson forgot,Perhaps
Which no Body can deny.
after some Study and impudent Tales,But
Commission to march into WalesAsk'd for a 9
And be Chang'd to a Herse, as Rogues goes to Goals,
Which no Body can deny.
seeing his Impudence still to abound,But
search for the Men who were not to be found,To go
sent him Pound,They immediately back to Fleet
Which no Body can deny.
the mayFrom the Fleet to Cart he quickly advance
To learn the true Steps of old Oates's New Dance,
something beside, or it is a great Chance,And
Body can deny.Which no
made it a Trade to be doing ofWrong,Hehas
Lying,In Swearing, and and Cheating so long,
For all his Life time, he's been at it ding dong,
Which no Body can deny.
Welch he raves and crys Splutterdenails,Taffy
abused hur Highness with Lies andHe's with Tales,
hang hur if e'er hurHur will can catch hur in Wales
Which no Body willdeny.
TheSongs Compleat,3
Warrior,The Woman
West-Smith-Who liv'din Cow-Cross near
changing her Apparrel, en-field ; who
Qttality atered her on Board inself of
and sailed to Ireland, where sheSoldier,
her particularly atValiantly behaved self
herSiege Cork, where she lostthe of
a Mortal Wound inToes, and received
herher Body, which she since Died inof
London.return to
pizpr F-^—0— F—I—-F-PHmmm
the Females attend,LEt
the Lines which areTo penn'd,
For here I shall give a Relation
Of a Young marry'd Wife,
Who did venture her Life,
fromFor a Soldier, a Soldier she went the Nation.
She; ;
Divertive.Pleasant and 9
her Husband did leave,She
likewise receiveAnd did
Board she did enterHer Arms, and on
And right valiantly went,
With a Resolution bent,
Life there to venture.To the Ocean, the Ocean her
all the Ships Crew,Yet of
that knew,Not a Seaman
Woman so near 'emThey then had a ;
On the Ocean so deep,
['em.her Council did keep,She
did feartherefore, and therefore she neverAy, and
bold,She was valiant and
controuFd,And would not be
By any that dare to offend her ;
If Quarrel arose,a
[her.give him dry Blows,She would
the Captain did highly commendAnd the Captain,
For he took her to be,
Then of no mean Degree,
Gentleman's Son or a 'SquireA ;
white and fair,With a Hand
compare,There was none could
did often admire.Which the Captain, the Captain
the Irish Shore,On
Cannons did roar,Where the
she was landedWith many stout Lads
There her Life to expose,
lost two of her Toes,She
Battle, in Battle was daily commended.And in
fought,Under Grafton she
Like a brave Hero stout,
And made the proud Tories retire
appear,She in Field did
Fear,With a Heart void of
charge and giveAnd she bravely, she bravely did
While; ;
io Songs Compleat,
Balls,While the battering
Did assault the strong Walls,
Cork and the sweet Trumpets soundedOf
bravely advance,She did
unhappy Chance,Where by
youngThis young Female, Female alass she was
the End of the Fray,At
languishing lay,Still she
they brought herThen over the Ocean
To her own Native Shore,
Now they ne'er knew before,
Woman, aWomanhad been in that Slaughter.That a
What she long had conceal'd,
at length she reveal'd,Now
Woman that ventur'dThat she was a
Then to London with care,
She did straitways repair,
dy'd, oh she dy'd e'er the City she enter'd.But she
her Parents beheld,When
was fill'd,They with Sorrow
For why they did dearly adore her :
In her Grave now she lies,
'Tis not watery Eyes,
nor nor Sighing that e'er can restoreNo Sighing,
her.; 1
Divertive. 1Pleasant and
SONGS.severalComposd outA Medly, of
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great toar,and Ambition, all toJoySTate
my Cowshall ne'er be my CollySawney
all to the Bridegroom,All Hail to the Shades, Joy
Hi, ho.And call upon Dobbin with Je,
formerly doneye Whigs, what wasRemember ;
yenny come tye my bonny Cravat,And
for I find I go down,If I live to grow old
Wooe.For I cannot come every Day to
Fumbler, Tom Farthing,in his Throne was aJove
did lieand Jenny togetherAnd Jockey \
Roger : Boys, fill us a Bumper,Oh Mother
die my poor Calia, ah why ?For why will ye
Hark; ; ; ; ; ;
12 Songs Compleat,
Hark how thundring
! Cannons do roar,
Ladies of London both wealthy and fair
Charon make hast and Ferry me over,
Lilli burlero bullen a lah.
Chloris awake, Four-pence-half-penny-farthing,
Give me the Lass that is true Country bred
Like John of Gaunt I walk in Covmt-Garden,
I am a Maid and a very good Maid :
Twa bonny Lads was Sawney and Jockey,
The Delights of the Bottle and Charms of good
Wading the Water so deep my sweet Moggy,
Cold and Raw, let it run in the right Line.
Old Obadiah sings Ave-Maria,
Sing Lulla-by-Baby with a Dildo
The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire,
Now this is my Love d'y' like her ho ?
Old Charon thus preached to his Pupil Achilles,
And under this Stone here lies GabrielJohn ;
Happy was I at the fight of Fair Phillis,
What should a Young Woman do with an old Man ?
There's old Father Peters with his Romish Creatures,
There was an old Woman sold Pudding and Pies,
Cannons with Thunder shall fill them with Wonder,
I once lov'd a Lass that had bright rowling Eyes
There's my Maid Mary, she does mind her Dairy,
I took to my Heels and away I did run
And bids him prepare to be happy to Morrow,
Alass I
! don't know the right end of a Gun.
My Life and Death does lye both in your Power,
And every Man to his Mind, Shrewsbury for me
On the Bank ofa Brook as I sat Fishing,
Shall I Die a Maid and never Married be :
Uds bobs let Oliver now be forgotten,
isJoan as good as my Lady in the Dark
Cuckolds are Christians Boys all the World over,
And here's a full Bumper to Robin Clark.John
Pleasant andDivertive. 13
The Trooper Watering his Nagg.
p^sg iH
was an old Woman liv'd under a Hill,THere
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo
She had good Beer and Ale for to sell,
had sheHo, ho, so, had she so, had she so
She had a Daughter her name was Siss,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo
kept her at Home for to welcome her Guest,She
Ho, ho, did she so, did she so, did she so.
There came a Trooper riding by,
Sing trolly, &c.
call'd Drink most plentifully,He for
Ho, ho, did he so, 6*v.
When one Pot was out he call'd for another^
Sing trolly, &c.
He kiss'd the Daughter before the Mother,
Ho, ho, did he so, &>c.
when Night came on to Bed they went,And
Sing trolly, 6°r.
It was with the Mother's own Consent,
ho, it so, &c.Ho, was
QuothSongs Compleat,14
Quoth she what is this so stiff and warm,
Sing trolly &c.
"lis Ball my Nag he will do you no harm,
Ho, ho, wont he so, &*c.
But what is this hangs under his Chin,
Sing trolly, &*c.
'Tis the Bag he puts his Provender in,
Ho, ho, is it so, &>c.
Quoth he what is this ? Quoth she 'tis a Well,
Sing trolly, &>t.
Ball drink hisWhere your Nag may fill,
Ho, ho, may he so, 6°<r.
But what ifmy Nag should chance to slip in,
Sing trolly, drc.
Then catch hold of the Grass that grows on the brim,
ho, must IHo, so, &*c.
But what if the Grass should chance to fail,
Sing trolly, &*c.
Shove him in by the Head, pull him out by the Tail,
ho, must I so, 6°f.Ho,
A Trip to the Jubilee. The Tune by Mr.
i i1— -1—1—7^ ---h———^urnz;
Pleasant andDiverlive.
bring us Wine in plenty,COme
We've Money enough to spend
empty,I hate to see the Pots
A Man cannot Drink to's Friend :
Then drawer bring up more Wine,
And merrily let it pass
shine,We'll drink till our Faces do
He that wont may look like an Ass :
And we'll tell him so to his Face,
If offers baulk his Glass,he to
For we defy all such dull Society.
'Tis drinking makes us merry,
And Mirth diverts all Care ;
SongA of hey down derry,
Is better than heavy Air :
Make ready quickly my Boys,
And fill up your Glasses higher
For we'll present with Huzzas,
And merrily all give fire
Since drinking's our desire,
And friendship we admire,
For here we'll stay, ne'er call Drawer what's to pay.
The; ; : ;
Songsi6 Comftleat,
The Good Fellow.
W^t ?%gE&m$gf$
jolly, fill our Glasses,beLEt's
'tis for us to think,Madness^
Asses,the World is rul'd byHow
Chinko'ersway the Wise with :That
such vain Thoughts oppress us,Let not
to them a SnareRiches prove
Crccsus,are all as rich asWe
care.your Glasses, take noDrink
fresh as Roses,Wine will make us
our Sorrows all forgotAnd
fuddle well our Noses,Let us
ourselves quite out of DebtDrink
looking for us,When grim Death is
our BowlsWhilst we're singing o'er
joyning in our Chorus,Bacchus
here's none but Souls.Death depart,
Jo-Pleasant and Divertive. *7
DUNDEE; and theEscapefromJockey's
Daughter whom he hadMowd.Parsons
&^l^g^ &m
the Haver-mill bonack ?gott'st thouWHere
Blind Booby can'st thou not see ;
got out ofthe Scotch-man's Wallet,Ise it
lousing him under a Tree :As he lig
come up my Can,Come up my Cup, fillfill
my Man Saddle my Horse, and call up ;
open the Gates, and let megofree,Come
way to bonny Dundee.And shew me the
Forvol. v. c; : ;
iS Songs Compleat,
. For I have neither robbed nor stole,
Nor have I done any injury
But I have gotten Faira Maid with Child,
The Minister's Daughter ofbonny Dundee:
Come up my Cup, come up my Can,fill fill saddle my Horse and call up my Man,
Come open the Gates and let megofree,
And Ise more togang no bonny Dundee.
Altho' Ise gotten her Maiden-head,
Geud feth Ise given her mine in lieu ;
Forwhen at her Daddy's Ise gang to Bed,
Ise mow'd her without any more to do ?
Ise cuddle her close, and gave her a Kiss,
Pray tell now where is the harm of this,
Then open the Gates and let megofree,
And Isegang no more to bonny Dundee.
All Scotland ne'er afforded a Lass,
So bonny and blith as Je?iny my dear
Ise gave her a Gown of Green on the Grass,
But now Ise no longer must tarry here
Then saddle my Nag that's bonny and gay,
For now it is time to gang hence away,
Then ope?i the Gates a?id let megofree,
She's ken me no more to bonny Dundee.
In Liberty still I reckon to Reign,
For why I have done no honest Man wrong
The Parson may take his Daughter again,
For she'll be a Mammy before it is long :
And have a young Lad or Lass ofmy breed,
Ise think I have done her a generous deed;
Then open the Gates and let megofree,
For Isegang no ?nore to bonny Dundee.
SinceJenny the Fair was willing and kind,
And came to my Arms with readya good will
A token of love Ise left her behind,
Thus I have requited her kindness still
Tho'; ;
and Divertive. 1Pleasant 9
mow'd,the Fair I often hadTho'Jenny
reap the harvest I sow'd,Another may
Gates and let megofree.Then open the
bonny Dundee.She's ken me no more to
me to make her my Bride,Her Daddy would have
could endurehave and to hold I ne'erBut ;
will ride,Dundee this Day IFrom bonny
place not safe and secure :It being a
my and my dear,Then Jenny farewel Joy
the passage I'se clearWith Sword in my Hand \
goopen the Gates and let me free,Then
gang no more to Bonny Dundee.For Ise
is a muckle good Leard,My Father he
Lady bonny and gayMy Mother a
strength to handle a Sweard,Then while I have
Ise never obey :The Parson's request
my Mind,Sawny my Man be thou ofThen
Dundee we'se ne'er be confin'd,In bonny
will to set ourselves free,The Gates we force
bonny Dundee.Andnever come more to
never refuse,Sawny reply'd IseThe
valiant and boldright for a Leard soTo
a drop of Blood for to lose,While I have
fickle Loon shall keep us in hold :E'er any
Hand I'll valiantly weild,This Sweard in my
kill or be kill'd,fight by your side toAnd
the Gates and set ourselvesfree,Forforcing
adieu to bonny Dundee.And so bid
the Gate,Sweard ready drawn they rid toWith
denied an Entrance thro'Where being
they fought at that rate,Master and ManThe
and others they slew :That some ran away,
Man,the Leard and Sawny theThus "Jockey
fought as Highlanders can,They valiantly
they set themselvesIn spight the Loons free,of
Dundee.so bid adieu to bonnyAnd
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A Sung by Mr. Dogget.SONG.
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sing of Stage-Coaches, and fear no Re-Let's
- in but dai - ly beproaches ; for ri ding one,
1— *•-0 4 -A- #i ——
jogging, while whistling, and flogging, while
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whistling and flogging, the Coach-man drives
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with a hey geeup, geeup heyho, with a hey gee
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hey, geeup,geeup, geeup hey ho,Dobinhey ho,Divertive. 21Pleasant and
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geeup hey ho, with a hey, geegeeup, geeup,
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dobin hey ho.
strowling,In Coaches thus
Who wou'd not be rowling ;
With Nymphs on each side,
Still Pratling and Playing
Knees interlaying,^ Our
We merrily ride.
With a hey, &c.
Here chance kindly mixes,
All sorts and all Sexes,
More Females than Men,
squeese 'em, we ease 'em,We
2 The jolting does please 'em,
Drive jollily then,
With a hey, &c.
The harder you're driving,
The more 'tis reviving,
Nor fear we to tell,
For if the Coach tumble,
We'll have a rare Jumble,^
And then uptails all,
With a hey, &c.
22 S o n g s Compleaty
Cracks East-Smith-Field,The Crafty of
who pick't up a Master Colour upon
Hill, whom they ^Plundred aTower- of
above ThreescorePurse Silver, withof
g^: E
Master Colours pray draw near,YOU
And listen to my Report
is of late,My Grief great, for lo
CourtTwo Ladies I chanc'd to :
Who did meet me on Tower-Hill,
Their Beauties I did behold :
Those have learnt their Trades,Crafty Jades
Andplunder'dme my Gold.of
I'll:; ;: ;, ;
and Diverlive.Pleasant 23,
pass,I'll tell you how it came to
thusThis sorrowful Story is :
Guineas bright a glorious Sight,Of
in a Cat-skin Purse :I had
near Fourscore Pounds,The Value of
told,As good as e'er I had
learnt their Trades,Those Crafty yades have
Andplunder'd me Gold.ofmy
I saw two poor distressed Men,
Who lay upon Tower-Hill,
gave Relief,To whom in brief I
WillAccording to my good
near,Two wanton Misses drawing
My Guineas they did behold
They laid a Plot by which they Got,
and yellow Gold.My Silver
address'd themselves to me,They both
pleas'd to sayAnd thus they was
in need,Kind Sir, indeed, we stand
':Altho' we are fine and gay :
Relief which you give,Ofsome may
were something boldI thought they
betray'd,The Plot was laid, I was *;
plunder'd of all my Gold-And
'tis pity, then I cry'd,Alas
Ladies of good Repute,Such
therefore in brief,Should want Relief,
I gave 'em kind Salute :a
Thought I ofthem I'll have my Will,
I am something oldAltho'
too wise for me,They were I see
Gold.They plunder'd me ofmy
IThen to East-Smithfieldwas led,
And there I was entertain'd :
Kisses fine and Brandy Wine,With
remain'dIn Merriment we
Methought; : ;
24 Songs Compleat,
Methought it was the happiest Day,
That ever I did behold
Sweet Meat alass
! had sower Sauce,
They plunder'd me ofmy Gold.
Time after Time to pay their Shot,
My Guineas I would lug out
Those Misses they wou'd make me stay,
And rally the other bout
I took my Fill of Pleasures then
Altho' I was something old
Those are past, they wouldJoys not last,
I'm plunder'd of all my Gold.
As I was at the wanton Game,
My Pocket they fairly pick'd ;
And all my Wealth they took by stealth,
Thus was a poor Colour trick'd :
Let me therefore a Warning be,
To Merchants both young and old
For now of late hard was my Fate,
I'm plunder'd of all my Gold.
They got three Pounds in Silver bright,
And Guineas above Threescore,
Such sharping Cracks breaks Merchants Backs,
I'll never come near them more :
Sure now I have enough of them,
My Sorrow cannot be told
That crafty Crew makes me look Blew,
I'm plunder'd of all my Gold.
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