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The Good Fellows Frolick
BEING
The Jovial Companions Pastime.
He takes no care to hoard up Wealth and Treasure,
But is resolv'd to spend his time in pleasure:
So he but get good Liquor of the strongest,
He cares no more, let them take all lives longest.
To a new Tune, Or, leave the World behind us.
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COme prethy Wil let us drink our fill
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now we are met together
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We'l quench our thirst in liquor till
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we fear no Wind nor Weather,
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Hang Sorrow cast away care
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the Parish is bound to find us:
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For thee and I and all must dye
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and leave the world behind us
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Let rich men strive to gather wealth,
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and wise men spend their spirits
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We'l drink the tother jovial health
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according to our merits
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Whilst we carrouse it merrily
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we care not who do mind us,
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For thee etc.,
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We will not to the Indies sail
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or seek out Forraign Nations
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At home we'l drink a Cup of Ale
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and fear no fogs invasions.
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When we are on the merry Pin
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our Liquor will not blind us:
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For thee, etc.,
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Dick Tarlton was a merry wag
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as ever trode on leather,
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He us'd to vapor, boast and brag,
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and shake his hat and feather
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Just such as he we two must be
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even so doth nature bind us
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For thee, etc.,
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Then Drawer fill us Liquor store
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we scorn to be so borish,
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A pritty woman was Jane Shore
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but she was something whorish:
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Drink oft thy Glase my honest lad
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here's nobody doth mind us:
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For thee etc.
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WE'l try each house throughout the town
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to find out drink that's strongest,
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And there we'l pitch our Standard down
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take all that lives the longest,
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Stand not in awe, for why the Law
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in Fetters shall not bind us,
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For thee and I and all must dye.
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and leave the World behind us.
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A dish of Musick bring (you Knave)
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to celebrate our Fancies,
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Make use of time whist time we have
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wher's Peg and Sue, and Frances
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When we are in the silent grave,
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ther's nobody will mind us
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For thee etc.
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Whilst Souldiers fight for wounds & scars
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and Seamen plows the Ocean,
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We'l fight at home in Venus Wars
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we care not for promotion:
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Affairs of Sates, loads not out pates
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such troubles shall not find us
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For thee etc.
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Then fill us in a cup of Sack
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hang pinching let us frolick,
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The more we spend the less we lack
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Twill cure us of the Cholick:
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Now we are born we must be kept
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as yet they have not pin'd us
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For thee etc.,
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A short and merry life is best
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and most to be commended
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Live free from care and take our rest
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and always be befriended.
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We'l never strive to gather Gold
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since riches will but blind us,
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For thee etc.
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We have not long to take our swing
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by course of natures spinning
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For both the Beggar and the King
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hath ending and beginning,
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Then let us always merry be,
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until that death do find us
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For thee etc.
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And when as death has clos'd our eyes
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as he will do [?] sr[?]t [?] in,
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They'l say here's two good fellows lies
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that often drank at parting,
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The Bells shall ring, the Clark shall sing,
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the good old wife shall wind us:
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The Sexton shall lay, our bodies in Clay
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Where our Creditors ne're shall find us
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FINIS
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