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Good ale comes and good ale goes. &cː

I wish they were a’ hang'd on a gallows,
That winna keep good ale for good fallows,
And keep a soup till the afternoon,
For good ale keeps my heart aboon,
Good ale comes and good ale goes,

The lover's Summons.

Arise thou mistress of my heart,
and do not me disdain;
Come now and quickly take the part
of me, your conquer’d swain.

To you alone I am a slave,
there's none on earth can me cure,
The flame that in my breast I have,
for you I do endure.

Come now dear nymph and ease my heart,
of me your darling swain,
My love for you within my heart,
does constantly remain.

Now we in Hymen’s bands will wed,
our heart’s united he therefore,
ln love live without any dread,
in joys for evermore.

Abraham Newland.

Never was a man so bandied by Fame,
Thro' air, thro’ ocean, and thro' land,