EBBA 37141

British Library - Poetical Broadsides

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The Jovial Hector.

HOw happy and free is Plunder,

When we care not for Jove nor his Thunder?

Having entred a Town,

The lasses go down,

And to their O're-comers lie under

Then why should we study to love and look pale

And make long addresses to what will grow stale?

If her fingers be soft, long and slender,

When once we have made her to render,

She will handle a Flute

Better far than a Lute,

And make what was ha-rd to grow te-nder.

Then why should we study to love, and look pale

And make long addresses to what will grow stale?

When the Houses with flashes do glitter,

We can sever our sweets from the bitter,

And in that bright night

We can take our delight,

And no Dam'sel shall scape but we'le hit her.

Then why should we study to love, and look pale

And make long addresses to what will grow stale?