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... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volume 4
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agen Altho Ay marry BALLAD barren grows bless Body can deny bonny Brandon Heath brave Butler's bald Colt call'd Charms cry'd Cuckolds Cupid Custard Dance to thee dear Delight Derry Devil doth Drink drown in Wine e'er Earl Dowglas Earl Piercy Eyes fair Fallow Deer fear Gaffer Gallants give Green-Gown Green-wood Tree hath Heart Henbane Holland Band Horn Invention often barren Ipse Jane Shore Joan kind Kiss Kiss'd Lady Lass Lord Love Maid Merry Musick ne'er never Night Nose o'er Pain Pillycock pity play Pleasure poor pray pretty prithee Queen quoth Sheela joy shew shou'd Sighs sing Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir William Butler's sometimes glad SONG Sorrow Sport sweet Tan-tivee tell thou thro Town toy'd Tune twas twill unto vex'd vext Wench Whilst Whoop Whoreson began Woman wou'd young Youth
Page 284 - Accursed be he," Earl Percy said, " By whom this is denied." Then stepped a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, "I would not have it told To Henry our king, for shame, " That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on.— You...
Page 284 - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.
Page 115 - Which may gain her name of best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be ! 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool, and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, That without them dare to woo.
Page 283 - Lo! yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright; Full twenty hundred Scottish spears, All marching in our sight; "All men of pleasant Tividale, Fast by the river Tweed...
Page 287 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree; An arrow of a cloth-yard long To the hard head haled he.
Page 289 - twill no better be, I trust I have within my realm Five hundred as good as he. Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say, But I will vengeance take, And be revenged on them all For brave Lord Percy's sake.
Page 282 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 281 - GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all; A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-Chase befall. To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take; The...