| Roome for the beſt of Poets Heroick
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100
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| I tell thee Dick where I have been
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101
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| How happy is the priſoner &c.
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107
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| I met with the divel in the ſhape of a Ram
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109
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| The world’s a bubble &c.
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110
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| The Proctors are two and no more
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111
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| My Miſtris whom in heart &c.
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113
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| Tis not the Silver nor Gold
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115
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| After ſo many ſad miſhaps
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118
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| Come lets purge our brains
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121
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| What though the times
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124
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| Lay by your pleading
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125
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| I am a bonny ſcot
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127
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| I’ll tell the a ſtory &c.
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131
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| I'll go no more to the old Exchange
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134
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| Lets call and drink the Celler
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138
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| There is luſty Liquor
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140
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| Three merry lads met at the Roſe
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143
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| Of all the Recreations which
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130
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| Tom and Will were ſhepherds
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149
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| Wake all you dead what O
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131
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| There a certain idle kind of creature
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155
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| The Bow Gooſe
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153
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| News while Bears &c.
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153
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| We ſeamen are the bonny boys
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162
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| My Miſtris is in Muſick paſſing &c.
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163
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| When the Chill charakoe blows
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164
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| Now thanks to the powers below
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166
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| A maiden of late &c.
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170
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