| Now I am merrier Sir John
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| I have reaſon to fly thee
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| I have the faireſt Non-perel
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| Are you grown ſo melancholly
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| Sublimeſt diſcretions have climb’d &c.
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| A pox on the Jaylor
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| My lodging is on the cold ground
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| From the fair Lavinian ſhore
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| Fetch me Ben Johnſons scull &c.
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| Now that the ſpring &c.
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| Of all the ſports in the world
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| The wily wily Fox
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| She lay all naked &c.
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| Some wives are good &c.
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| Call George again
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| Pox take your miſtris
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| The Anſwer
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| She that will heat her break faſt
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| St. George for England
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| Arthur of Bradley
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| On the Oxford Jeaſts
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| There were three Cooks in Colebrook
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| The Blacksmith
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| When Iſe came firſt to London Town
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| The merry good fellow
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| The Rebels Reign
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| Have you obſerv’d the wench in the ſtreet
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| A new Medley
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| Shew a Room ſhew a Room &c.
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