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Merry Drollerie,
For though now it tickles,
’Twill turn all to prickles,
Then let’s live in peace, and turn our Swords to ſickles.
When Noah’s Dove was ſent out,
Then Gods Pardon went out,
They that would have it ſo, I hope, will ſay Amen to it.
’Twill turn all to prickles,
Then let’s live in peace, and turn our Swords to ſickles.
When Noah’s Dove was ſent out,
Then Gods Pardon went out,
They that would have it ſo, I hope, will ſay Amen to it.
A Catch.
Bring forth your Cunny skins, fair maids, to me,
And hold them fair that I may ſee
Gray, Black, and blew; for your ſmaller skins
I’ll give you Glaſſes, Laces, Pins:
And for your whole Cunny
I’ll give you ready money.
And hold them fair that I may ſee
Gray, Black, and blew; for your ſmaller skins
I’ll give you Glaſſes, Laces, Pins:
And for your whole Cunny
I’ll give you ready money.
Come, gentle Jone, do thou begin
With thy black, black, black Cunny skin,
And Mary then, and Kate will follow
With their ſilver’d-hair’d skins, and their yellow;
Your white Cunny-skin I will not lay by,
Though it be fat, it is fair to the Eye.
With thy black, black, black Cunny skin,
And Mary then, and Kate will follow
With their ſilver’d-hair’d skins, and their yellow;
Your white Cunny-skin I will not lay by,
Though it be fat, it is fair to the Eye.
Your gray is is warm, but for my money
Give me the bonny, bonny black Coney;
Come away, fair maids, your skins will decay,
Come and take money, maids, put your ware away.
I have fine Bracelets, Rings,
And I have ſilver Pins;
Give me the bonny, bonny black Coney;
Come away, fair maids, your skins will decay,
Come and take money, maids, put your ware away.
I have fine Bracelets, Rings,
And I have ſilver Pins;
Coney
