THE
Downfall of Dancing;
OR,
The overthrow of three Fidlers, and three Bagg-Pipe-Players,
Who Lately broke all their Fiddles and Bagg-pipes, and Tore their Cloaks; so that they
are utterly ruin'd: All this was done in a fearful Fray, when one of the Fidlers catch'd his
Wife with his Fellow Bagg pipe player, at Uptails all.
To the Tune of, Robin Goodfellow .
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T hree Pipers, and three Fidlers too,
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they all belonged to a Gang,
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One Fidler had a Wife 'tis true,
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and she as good as e're did twang:
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One Piper he, most Craftilee,
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did give the Fidlers wife a fall,
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With her consent, then too't they went,
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to play the Game at Uptails all.
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Quoth she, the pleasure doth excell,
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therefore play me the other strain,
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He pleas'd the Fidlers Wife so well,
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that they must needs go too't again:
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The Fidler missing him so long,
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he stepped home to give a call,
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Where suddenly he did espy,
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the Piper playing at Uptails all.
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This did the Fidler so provoke,
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and all his Senses did surprize,
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Then giving him a sturdy stroak,
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a dreadful Quarrel did arise:
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Thus blow for blow, then too't they go,
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the Fidler he was stout and tall,
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Then with a stroak, his Pipes he broke,
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for playing the Game at Uptails all.
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Tush Husband, be not in a Rage,
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O strive to Mollifie your mind,
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Let reason now you wrath asswage,
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for he has bin to me most kind:
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I do profess, in my distress,
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his Love and kindness was not small;
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Sweet Husband dear thou need not fear,
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I scorn to play at Uptails all.
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Why should you be in such a heat,
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dear Husband I was in a Sound,
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He came to fell my Pulses beat,
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as I lay panting on the ground:
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Then why shouldst thou this Quarrel make,
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to fight and chase, and fret and brawl,
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I do protest 'tis your mistake,
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to think we play'd at Uptails all.
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And when they were in this debate,
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the rest of all the tribe, came in,
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He did to them in brief Relate,
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what he before his eyes had seen,
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He then did rave, and cal'd him Slave,
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and thus from words to blows did fall,
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A bloody fray, was there that day,
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for playing thus at Uptails all.
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The Pipers took their Pipers part,
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and shook the Fidlers by the Cloak,
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They with a bold undaunted heart,
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did deal them many a sturdy stroak:
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Their Cloaks they tore in this uproar,
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as they in this confusion fall,
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The Fidlers wife did cause the strife,
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in playing a Game at Uptails all.
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The Pipers did the Fidlers Maul,
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and now begins the Revel rout,
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The Fiddles flew in pieces small,
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and Bagg-pipes they did flye about
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Those haughty fools, did break their tools
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their Crouds and pipes in pieces small,
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And she the while did stand and smile,
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to think of the Game of Uptails all.
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At length this did subdue the pride,
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of all this cross confused crew,
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The Room bestrew'd from side to side,
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with pipe and broken Fiddles too:
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So now this rout, and dreadful bout,
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did prove the Fidlers fatal fall,
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And Pipers too, and all the Crew,
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did curse the Game of Uptails all.
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Those Pipers and those Fidlers they,
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yea, every man and Mothers son,
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Had never an Instrument to play,
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those creeping Curs are all undone:
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And now too late, they curse their Fate,
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they tare their hair and fret their gall,
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For in this fight they are Ruin'd quite,
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and Swear they'l ne'r play Uptails all.
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