. Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy; being a collection of the best merry ballads and songs, old and new. Fitted to all humours, having each their proper tune for either voice, or instrument: most of the songs being new set ... ffer Hunt ran after Sir William Butlers BaldColt,Crying out, Ho, Ball, Ho stand a;Why, that was as much as to say, as if Sir WilliamButlers Bald Colt,Was at my Gaffer Hunfs Command , toll, & William Butlers Bald Colt clapt his Ears in hisPole,And ran most lamentable;But for my Gaffer Hunt to catch Sir Willia?n ButlersBald Colt,G—z—s he was not able
. Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy; being a collection of the best merry ballads and songs, old and new. Fitted to all humours, having each their proper tune for either voice, or instrument: most of the songs being new set ... ffer Hunt ran after Sir William Butlers BaldColt,Crying out, Ho, Ball, Ho stand a;Why, that was as much as to say, as if Sir WilliamButlers Bald Colt,Was at my Gaffer Hunfs Command , toll, & William Butlers Bald Colt clapt his Ears in hisPole,And ran most lamentable;But for my Gaffer Hunt to catch Sir Willia?n ButlersBald Colt,G—z—s he was not , toll, & Gaffer Hunt followd Sir William Butlers baldColt,As far as Ens ham Church a;And if my Gaffer Hunt had caught Sir William Butlersbald Colt,He had clawd his Arse with Birch , toll, & if he hadnt clawd his Arse with Birch, He had firkd his Cods with Holly;But for my Gaffer Hunt to set his Wit to Sir WilliamButlers bald Colt,G—z—s, twas but a , toll, & last Sir William Butlers bald Colt Jumpd into another Mans Ground a;And there my Gaffer Hunt he caught Sir WilliamButlers bald Colt,And put him into the Pound , toll, &c. En- 224 Songs Compleat, ENFIELD Commons. $ ^-z^e* ^E feS£5EB H3& ON Enfield Common, I met a Woman,A bringing North-Hall Water to the TownSaid I fair Maiden, youre heavy laden, Ill light and give you ease in a Green Gown :Says she, tis good Sir, to stir the Blood, Sir, For the Green-sickness, Friend, will make me likeThen in a Minute I left my Gennett, And went aside with her into a Thicket:Then with her leave there, a Dose I gave her, She straight confessd her Sickness I did nick it. I went to leave her, but this did grieve her,For panting on the Grass she did complain; Saying Physician, my Sick Condition,I fear will suddenly return again : it; If Pleasant and Diver live. 225 If you deny me, and dont supply me With many Potions of your sweetest Pleasure : Then prithee Gallant improve thy Talent,Since we have
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