The Noble Prodigal,
OR,
The young Heir newly come to his Estate.
Who very kindly doth invite you all,
To feast upon his Fathers funerall.
A new Medly of six Ayres.
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First Ayr. The Jews Corant.
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LEt's call and drink the Cellar dry,
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There's nothing sober underneath the sky
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The greatest Kingdoms in confusion lye,
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Since all the world grow mad, why may not I?
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my Fathers dead, and I am free
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he left no children in the world but me.
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the Divel drank him down with usury
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and Ile repine in liberality.
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When first the English war began
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He was precisely a politick man,
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That gain'd his state by Sequestration
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till Oliver began
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to come with sword in hand and put him to the run
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Then jovial Lads who are undone
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So by the Father come home to the Son,
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Whom wine and musick now do wait upon
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he'l tipple up a tun,
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and drink your woes away, jolly hearts come on come on
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Second Ayr. Princess Royal.
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Here's a health to him that may
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do a trick that shall
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advance you all
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And beget a very jovial day.
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Fill another bowl to hee
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who hath drank by stealth
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his Landlords health
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If his spirit and his tongue agree
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the Land shall celebrate his fame,
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all the world enbalm his name,
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not a right good fellow,
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but will satisfie the same.
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The bells full merrily shall ring
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All the town shall dance and sing
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more delights then I can tell ye
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When we see this noble Spring,
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wee'l have Ladies by the belly
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and snatch at at o'ther thing.
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The third Ayer.
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Come hither my own sweet Duck.
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WEe's aw be merry and jolly,
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quaff carouse and reel
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Wee's play with Peggy and Molly
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dance, and kiss, and feell,
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Wee's put up the Bag-pipe & Organ,
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and make the Welch Harper to play,
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Till Mauris ap Shon ap Morgan
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fist as on St. Taffies day.
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Hold up Jinny.
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Piper come play us up a Spring
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all you that have musick in ye
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Tipple, dance, and sing.
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Fourth Ayer. French Tricatees.
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Let de French Mounseiur come and swear
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Begar Mounseiur,
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Dis is de ting vee long to hear
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So many a year,
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Dancing vill be lookt upon,
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Now de man of Yron is gone,
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Me glad his dancing day be done.
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When de flower de luces grows
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With de Enlish Crown and Rose
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Dat's very good as we suppose
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De French can live without de nose,
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Fifth Ayr. French Tricatees.
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Spain and England then,
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like men,
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Shall love and make a League agen,
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Holland Boors shall quaff,
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and laugh,
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Poor Irish swim in Usquebaugh,
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James and Jinnikin
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touch the Minnikin
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Drink till all the Sky look blew,
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by this sweet change
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Wonders shall ensue.
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almost as strange
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As Scotland to be true.
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Sixth Ayr. A new Country-dance,
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No Drayman shall with his dul feet ap-pear
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Lord in the Common-weal,
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Or Jesuite in the Pulpit appear;
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under a Cloak of zeal
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Mucician never be noted
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for wandring men of ease,
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But they shall be finely Coated
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& permitted to sing what they please
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If all things do but hit well as
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who knows but so t' may be,
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Though now you be very zealous
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then you'l laugh and be merry as we
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