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12 Songs Compleat,
Hark ! how thundring Cannons do roar,
Ladies of London both wealthy and fair ;
Charon make hast and Ferry me over,
Lilli burlero bullen a lah.
Chloris awake, Four-pence-half-penny-farthing,
Give me the Lass that is true Country bred ;
Like John of Gaunt I walk in Covmt- Garden,
I am a Maid and a very good Maid :
Twa bonny Lads was Sawney and Jockey,
The Delights of the Bottle and Charms of good
Wine ;
Wading the Water so deep my sweet Moggy,
Cold and Raw, let it run in the right Line.
Old Obadiah sings Ave-Maria,
Sing Lulla-by-Baby with a Dildo ;
The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire,
Now this is my Love d'y' like her ho ?
Old Charon thus preached to his Pupil Achilles,
And under this Stone here lies Gabriel John ;
Happy was I at the fight of Fair Phillis,
What should a Young Woman do with an old Man ?
There's old Father Peters with his Romish Creatures,
There was an old Woman sold Pudding and Pies,
Cannons with Thunder shall fill them with Wonder,
I once lov'd a Lass that had bright rowling Eyes
There's my Maid Mary, she does mind her Dairy,
I took to my Heels and away I did run ;
And bids him prepare to be happy to Morrow,
Alass ! I don't know the right end of a Gun.
My Life and Death does lye both in your Power,
And every Man to his Mind, Shrewsbury for me ;
On the Bank of a Brook as I sat Fishing,
Shall I Die a Maid and never Married be :
Uds bobs let Oliver now be forgotten,
Joan is as good as my Lady in the Dark ;
Cuckolds are Christians Boys all the World over, '
And here's a full Bumper to Robin John Clark.
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