The Resolute Gallant.
Who bends his mind to nothing but be merry,
And counts no Physick like to good Canary,
Which hath infus'd such Judgment in all cases,
He cures all kind of Malladies in Lasses.
Tune of, A Blew coated Country serving Man.
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OF all the Towns that e're I see
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there's Godling is most pretty,
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And in my apprehension 'tis
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almost like to a City.
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Its Situation is most sweet,
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thought standing in a Valley,
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There is all sorts of Exercise,
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and a [cun]ious bowling Alley.
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There is Tobacco and good Ale
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and handsom Wenches plenty,
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It is a gallant Town I swear
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the rarest Town in twenty.
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There's Betty can no water drink,
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Betty can drink no water,
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She in her pate has this Conceit,
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that good Canary's better.
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You nasty whores go hang you all,
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you nasty whores go hang you,
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I have a Love my thoughts doth move
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to come no more among you,
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Then comes to me my dearest dear
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and let's embrace each other,
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With your good will I'le try my skill
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to get one like the mother.
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Or like my self a wanton boy,
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who shall delight his senses,
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And love to be in Company
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with none but pretty wenches.
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Then freely take this my advice
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and leave the Trade of scorning,
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We'l clip and kiss no joyes like this
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to hug from Night to morning.
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I have an Instrument compleat
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if you'l be pleas'd to try it,
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'Twill make you glad when you are sad,
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then prithee don't deny it.
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It virtue hath within its self
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which many maids hath cured,
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Who found relief to ease their grief,
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yet they no pain endured.
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But since you are so careful Sir
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to ease me of my sorrow,
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With thee I'le lye this trick to try
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all night until to morrow.
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For I have something in my brest
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which caused me to languish,
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Both night and day I fell away
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and felt great pain and Anguish.
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If you can ease me of my pain
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and prove so mighty skilfull,
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Your Suit no more I will deny,
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no more I will be willfull.
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Then take and use me as you will
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for I am condescending,
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For on your Art my pained heart
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for cure is now depending.
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Then drink and let's be merry now
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with Ale that is the strongest,
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We'l laugh and swear we'l take no care
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nor think who shall live longest.
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He's happy that can take delight
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and love for to be merry,
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Then let's sit down & drink healths round,
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what's better than good Sherry.
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'Tis that which drownds all sorrow quite
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and recreates the senses,
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While we drink Sack no joyes we lack,
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our pleasure then Commences.
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If Sack were once Prohibited
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'twere good for the Physitians,
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They'd have great store of Patients then
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would lye in sad Conditions.
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But Sack routs out Distempers so,
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Physick need not be used,
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But yet excess the Brains oppress
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and men oft times abused.
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Drink Sack with moderation, there
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your Healths will be preserv'd,
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When too much drink your purses shrink
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you well enough are serv'd.
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