Glen Collection of printed music > Printed music > Wit and mirth, or, Pills to purge melancholy > Volume 4

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Songs Compleat,
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LONG have I grieved for to see
Of all Estates in each Degree ;
I have Laugh'd, I have Quaft and have Wept,
And a stir like a Cur have I kept :
But now here I stand with a Whip in my Hand,
Come along, come along, come along, come along, I must
lash you*
Come you Divines that should be Pure,
That keep a Man to serve the Cure ;
You do Teach not to Preach, but to show
Places fine, Such Divines as you are slow :
Your Benefits you'll keep, whilst another feeds the
Sheep,
Come along, &c.
Come you that live so by the Law,
That keep your Neighbours so in Awe ;
If a Hog or a Beast you espy
In the Ground, to the Pound they must hie :
Whole Towns you will bruit with a Pettifogging Suit,
Come along, &c. '
Come you that brag so of your Wealth,
Because you have a little Pelf;
'Tis your Gold makes you so bold to do wrong,
Men are the worse that your Purse is so strong :
To build houses high to the Peoples Misery,
Come along, &c.
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