Murders > Five excellent new songs

Hi packed up his aw,s, and to England did fly,
I packed up myjewele* and purfu’d him tlralght, way
And vdnen I arrived in fair Lnndon .own,
Tl'ey toid me he was marrh d to a lady of renown,
O nov» in Bedlam I am confin’d
For loving of my Irifiiboy vnichvnakes me complain
In the north fide of Bcdiam I’m plain to be feen,
For loving of an Iri li boy who is my darling Twain.
ONE ROTTLE MORE.
A SSIST meyralaIs whohave hearts void of guile,
fo fing forth the praifes of tiiLiernia’s fair iflr,
Where true hoipitt'ity op; ns the door,
And friendihip oot i is u* tor one bottle mote.
Old Erglands your taunts on our country forbear,
With our bulls pnd ourbrogu s wrarettueand fnccrc
For if but one bc;tc!e wc have got in our {tore,
Wc have generous hearts to give that bottle more.
At Candy’s in Church ftreet I’ll firg of a fet,
Of fix frith hla-ies who togcfher had met,
With their galjcKsa pircc made them call for their (lore
And nothing remains bu; one botile mo a
Tiie ti!f beingcali’dtfor thcy.wsie loth re dcpirt.
For fj'K pdfhp nsd grappl’d each honeft man’s heart;
For tha 1< aft tcuchvoiikao*' makes an Irifhmanroar,
A .’d a whack ft om flielelah bring* t waive botties more
Tnen Phebushadlhoncthro’rhe window^fo bright,
.^uite happy to view our dear cmldrwc of nght.
We parted witn iitar.s iicicher lorry nor for-e,
Refoiying next night to dr.nk twdvq bottles mere.
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