My Dog and I:
We Write no Fights of Dutch or French,
No courting of a handsome Wench,
No Monsters, Wonders in the Air,
No persons dying in dispair;
Nor any anything under the Sky,
But onely of my Dog and I.
Tune is, My Dog and I: Or, Bobbing Jone.
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YOu that are of the merry Throng,
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Give good attention to my Song,
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Ile give you weighty reasons why,
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'Tis made upon my Dog and I,
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My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
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'Tis made upon my Dog and I.
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I of no doged nature am,
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But loving, gentle, kind and tame,
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And have no bigger Family,
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But only two, my Dog and I,
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My Dog, etc.
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I liv'd at home, I liv'd at large,
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A simple life, and had no charge,
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And if a Wench I chanc'd to spy,
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Thither went my Dog and I,
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My Dog, etc.
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I lov'd a maid her name was Nell,
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A bonny Lass, I lov'd her well,
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If you'd needs know the reason why,
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Because she lov'd my Dog and I.
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my Dog, etc.
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My Dog and I have got a trick,
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To cure maids when they are sick:
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When the'r sick and like to die,
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Then thither goes my Dog and I.
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My Dog, etc.
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But if the weather prove foul and wet,
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My Dog he shall not wet his feet;
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But if the weather prove fair and dry,
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Then a whffiing goes my Dog and I.
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My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
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Then whiffing goes my Dog and I.
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IF any Maiden troubled be,
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With over-grown Virginity,
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I quickly can two Pills apply,
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Concealed by my Dog and I,
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My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
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Concealed by my Dog and I.
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If the green-sickness have possest,
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A dainty dapper Damsels brest,
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I'le cure her on't immediately,
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With nothing but my Dog and I,
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My Dog, etc.
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If Women are in a distress,
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By reason of their Barrenness,
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I can a proper Probe apply,
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Best known unto my Dog and I,
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My dog, etc.
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From fifteen until fifty I,
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Can give a woman remedy,
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But if they up to threescore flie,
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Their's no game for my Dog and I,
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My Dog, etc.
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When Mars command, we did go,
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Unto the wars in forty two,
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We'l never fear in field to die,
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But out we'l go, my Dog and I,
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My Dog, etc.
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There was a time when Rebel rout,
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did fear [younge] Ropert and his Dog
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'tis dangerous when 2 heads comply,
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Especially my Dog and I,
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my Dog, etc.
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We night and day do take no rest,
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If we can hear of any feast,
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And where good fellows I espy,
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There go in my Dog and I.
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My Dog, etc.
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My living lies in every Nook,
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My Dog is Caterer and Cook,
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For he at every Game can flie,
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No fellow to my Dog and I.
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My Dog, etc.
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My dog to play the Pimp is taught,
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I fear 'tis many a gallants fault,
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Near Hatton wall such whores do lie,
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Are fitter for my Dog than I,
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My Dog, etc.
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thus have we liv[']d thus have we lov'd
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and faithful to each other prov'd,
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Whilst many thieves are hang'd on high
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No Law can touch my Dog and I,
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My Dog, etc.
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If death do come as it may hap,
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My grave shall be under the Tap,
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With folded arms there we will lie,
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Cheek by Jowl my Dog and I,
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My Dog and I, My Dog and I.
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Cheek by Jowl my Dog and I,
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FINIS.
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