A Merry new song wherein you may view
The drinking Healths of a Joviall Crew,
To thappie Return of the Figure of Two.
The tune is, Ragged and torn and true.
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I Have beene a Traveller long,
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and seen the conditions of all,
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I see how each other they wrong,
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and the weakest still goes to the wall:
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And here Ile begin fto relate,
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the crosse condition of those,
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That hinder our happy state,
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and now are turned our Foes.
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Heres a health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the issue renownd,
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Weel bid all our sorrows adieu,
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when the Figure of two shall be crownd.
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I crossed the Ocean of late.
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and there I did meet with a crosse,
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But having a pretty estate,
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I never lamented my losse,
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I never lamented my harmes,
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and yet I was wondrous sad,
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I found all the Land up in Armes,
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and I thought all the folk had bin man,
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Kind Country-men, how fell you out,
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I left you all quiet and still,
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But things are now brought so about;
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you nothing but Plunder and Kill:
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Some doe seeme seemingly holy,
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and would be Reformers of men,
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But wisdome doth laugh at their folly,
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and sayes, theyl be Children agen,
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Heres a Health, etc.
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But woe to the Figure of one,
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King Solomon telleth us so,
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But he shall be wronged by none
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that hath two strings to his Bow.
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How I love this Figure of two,
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among all the Figures that be,
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Ile moke it appeare unto you,
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if that you will listen to me,
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Heres a Health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the Issue Renownd,
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Weel bid all our Sorrowes adieu
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[when the Figure of two shall be crownd.]
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OBserve when the weather is cold,
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I weare a Cap on my head,
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But wish, if I may be so bold
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the Figure of two in my bed.
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Two in my bed I doe crave,
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and that is my selfe and my Mate,
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But pray doe not think I would have
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two great large hornes on my pate.
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Heres a Health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the Issue Renownd,
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Weel bid all our Sorrowes adue
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when the Figure of two shall be Crownd,
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Since Nature hath given two hands,
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but when they are foule I might scorne them,
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Yet people thus much understands
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two fine white gloves will adorn them:
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Two feet for to be are up my body,
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no more had the Knight of the Sun,
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But people would thinke me a noddy
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if two shooes I would not put on.
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Heres a Health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the Issue Renownd,
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Weel bid all our Sorrowes adieu
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when the Figure of two shall be Crownd
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The Figure of two is a thing
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that we cannot well live without,
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No more then without a good King,
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though we be never so stout:
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And this we may well understand.
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if ever our Troubles should cease,
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Two needfull things in the Land
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is a King, and a Justice of Peace.
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Heres a Health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the Issue Renownd,
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Weel bid all our Sorrowes adieu
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when the Figure of two shall be Crownd.
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And now for to draw to an end,
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I wish a good happie conclusion,
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The State would so much stand our friend
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to end this unhappie Confusion:
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The which might be done in a trice,
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in giving of Ceasar his due,
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If we were so honest and wise,
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to thinke on the Figure of two.
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Heres a Health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the Issue Renownd,
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Weel bid all our Sorrowes adieu
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when the Figure of tow shall be Crownd
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If any desire to know
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this Riddle I now will unfold,
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It is a Man wrapped in woe,
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whose Father is wrapped in mould:
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So now to conclude my Song,
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I mention him so much the rather,
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Because he hath suffred some wrong;
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and beares up the name of his Father.
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Heres a Health to the Figure of two,
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to the rest of the Issue Renownd,
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Weel bid all our Sorrowes adieu
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when the Figure of two shall be Crownd.
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