A NEW
Merry Medley.
Containing a Fit of Innocent Mirth in Melancholy Times, together
with a Health to the Man in the Moon.
Tune of, Fond Boy. Licensed according to Order.
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HEre is a New Medley of Pastime enough,
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My Grand Mother was an Old wife in a Ruff,
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I will go to the Captain and fall on my Knees,
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Shon ap Morgan loves Leeks and hur good tosted sheese,
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And Jockey to Genny he prov'd a faw Loon,
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Here's a Health in full Bowls to the Man in the Moon.
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There was a Young Damsel both Bonny and Brown,
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If I live to grow Old for I find I grown down,
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Fourpence half-penny Farthing. A Taylors no man,
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Now there was an Old Prince and his name was K. John
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I would have a Figgary but where is my Wife,
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A dish of good meat is the stay of mans life.
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There was a Blind Beggar that long Lost his sight,
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Fairest Cynthia the Beauty was Strephon's delight,
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Now a Coach cannot pass in the street for a Carr,
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For Pegy's gone over Sea with a Soldier;
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Let us go from the Temple away to the Bed,
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I will tell you I have a Colts Tooth in my Head.
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I am a stout Pavior and Stones I can lay,
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Now arise my dear Cloris 'tis all abroad day,
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Now I am a Maid and a very good Maid,
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Pray remember last Winter I learn'd you your Trade:
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And how vain are the sordid Intreagues of the Town,
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Pritty Nancy will never take less than a Crown.
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The Merry-Gold opens and spreads with the Sun,
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I'm am Marry'd good People and yet I'm undone;
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True Blew will ne'r stain, let the Bottles go round,
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Oh the Arrows of Cupid fair Phillis did wound;
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Young Gallants will Tipple, nay, Hector and Swear,
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Pritty Sue was catcht Naping, as Moss catch'd his Mare.
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There was a Bold Keeper that Chased the Deer,
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The Person he Kisses Young Nancy we hear:
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Sweet Katy of Windfor she Rid to the Mill,
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My thing is mine own and I'll keep it so still;
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This is my dearest Love how do ye like of her hoe,
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Wipping Tom is a coming fair Sillo my Foe.
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The Pudding and Dumpling is burnt to the Pot,
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Pretty Nancey I'll treat thee and pay the whole shot,
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Here is Silver and Gold the tother thing too,
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Precious Bells I and Curril sweet Ladys for you;
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Therefore buy my fine Fancies, oh buy them up soon,
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That I may sell all my New Songs a ver boon.
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