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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37024	A Third collection of new songs, never printed before the words by Mr. D'urfey ; set to music by the best masters in that science, viz. Dr. John Blow, Mr. Henry Purcell, Senior Baptist, Mr. Courtiville, Mr. William Turner, Mr. Thomas Farmer, Mr. John Lenton, Mr. Samuel Ackeroyd ; with thorow-basses for the theorbo, and bass-viol.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1685 (1685)	Wing D2788; ESTC R171874	5,365	31

A THIRD COLLECTION OF NEW SONGS Never Printed before The WORDS by Mr. D'URFEY Set to MUSIC by the best Masters in that Science VIZ. Dr. Iohn Blow Mr. Henry Purcell Senior Baptist. Mr. Courtiville Mr. William Turner Mr. Thomas Farmer Mr. Iohn Lenton Mr. Samuel Akeroyd WITH THOROW-BASSES for the Theorbo and Bass-Viol Royall Oake LONDON Printed by I. P. for JOSEPH HINDMARSH at the Golden-Ball over against the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill 1685. The STORM Set to Music by Mr. Henry Purcell BLow blow Boreas blow and let thy surâ•Œly Winds make the Billows foam and roar thou can'st no Terror breed in valiant Minds but spight of thee we 'l live but spight of thee we 'l live and find a Shoar Then cheer my Hearts and be not aw'd but keep the Gun-Room cleer tho' Hell 's broke loose and the Deâ•Œvils roar abroad whilst we have Sea-room here Boys never fear never never fear Hey how she tosses up how far the mounting Top-mast touch'd a Star the Meteors blaz'd as thro' the Clouds we came and Saâ•Œlaâ•Œmanâ•Œder-like we live in Flame but now now we sink now now we go down to the deepest Shades below Alas aâ•Œlas where are we now who who can tell sure 't is the lowâ•Œest Room of Hell or where the Sea-Gods dwell With them we 'l live with them we 'l live and raign with them we 'l lauâ•Œgh and sing and drink amain with them we 'l lauâ•Œgh and sing and drink aâ•Œmain but see we mount see see we rise aâ•Œgain CHORUS THo' flaâ•Œshes of Lightning and Temâ•Œpests of Rain do THo' flaâ•Œshes of Lightning and Temâ•Œpests of Rain do fierceâ•Œly conâ•Œtend which shall conquer the Main tho' the Captain does fierceâ•Œly conâ•Œtend which shall conquer the Main tho' the Captain does swear inâ•Œstead of a Pray'r and the Sea is all Fire by the Damons o' th' swear inâ•Œstead of a Pray'r and the Sea is all Fire by the Damons o' th' Air we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie the mad Spiâ•Œrits that Air we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie we 'l drink and deâ•Œfie the mad fly from the Deep to the Sky that fly fliâ•Œe from the Deep to the Spiâ•Œrits that fly from the Deep to the Sky that fly from the Deep to the Sky and sing whilst loud Thunder and sing whilst loud Thunder does Sky and sing whilst loud Thunâ•Œder loud Thunder does bellow for Fate will still have a kind Fate for the Brave and ne're make his bellow for Fate will still have a kind Fate for the Brave and ne're make his Grave of a Salt-water Wave to drown to drown no never to drown a good Fellow no Grave of a Salt-water Wave to drown to drown no never to drown a good Fellow no never no never to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no never no neâ•Œver to drown no never no neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no never no never to drown a good Fellow neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow The WINCHESTER CHRISTENING the Sequel of the Winchester Wedding A new Song set to the Tune of a pretty Country Dance called The Hemp-dresser THe Sun had loos'd his weary Team and turn'd his Steeds a grazing ten Fathoms deep in Neptune's Stream his Theâ•Œtis was embracing The Stars tripp'd inâ•Œto the Firâ•Œmaâ•Œment like Milkmaids on a May-day or Counâ•Œtry Lasâ•Œses a Mumming sent or School-boys on a Play-day II. Apace came on the gray-ey'd Morn ' The Herds in the Fields were lowing And 'mongst the Poultry in the Barn The Ploughman's Clock fate crewing When Roger dreaming of golden Joys Was wak'd by a bawling Rout Sir For Cisly told him he needs must rise His Iuggy was crying out Sir III. Not half so quickly the Cups go round At the toping a good Ale Firkin As Roger Hosen and Shoon had found And button'd his Leather Jerkin Gray Mare was saddl'd with wondrous speed With Pillion on Buttock right Sir And thus he to an old Midwife rid To bring the poor Kid to light Sir IV. Up up dear Mother then Roger cries The Fruit of my Labour 's new come In Iuggy's Belly it sprawling lies And cannot get out 'till you come I 'le help it cries the old Hag ne're doubt Thy Iug shall be well again Boy I 'le get the Urchin as safely out As ever it did get in Boy V. The Mare now Bustles with all her feet No whipping or Spurs were wanting At last into the good House they get And Mew soon cry'd the Bantling A female Chit so small was born They put it into a Flagon And must be christen'd that very Morn ' For fear it should dye a Pagan VI. Now Roger struts about the Hall As great as the Prince of Condy The Midwife cries her Parts are small But they will grow larger one day What tho' her Thighs and Legs lye close And little as any Spider They will when up to her Teens she grows By grace of the Lord lye wider VII And now the merry Spic'd-bowls went round The Gossips were void of shame too In butter'd Ale the Priest half drown'd Demands the Infant 's Name too Some call'd it Phill some Florida But Kate was allow'd the best hint For she would have it Cunicula 'Cause there was a pretty Jest in 't VIII Thus Cuny of Winchester was known And famous in Kent and Dover And highly rated in London Town And courted the Kingdom over The Charms of Cuny by Sea and Land Subdues each human Creature And will our stubborn Hearts command Whilst there is a Man or Nature BARTHOLOMEW-FAIR a Catch set to Music by Dr. John Blow HEre is the raâ•Œriâ•Œty of the whole Fair Pimper-le-pimp and the wise dancing Mare here 's vaâ•Œliant St. George and the Draâ•Œgon a Farce a Girl of Fifteen with strange Moles on her A Here is Viâ•Œenâ•Œna beâ•Œsieg'd a rare thing and here 's Punâ•Œchiâ•Œnelâ•Œlo shown thrice to the King Then see the Masks to the Cloiâ•Œster reâ•Œpair but there will be no Raffling a pox take the May'r The SHUTTLECOCK a new Song set to a pretty Scotch Tune by Mr. Courtiville HAve you seen Batâ•Œtleâ•Œdore play where the Shuttlecock fly's to and fro one Or have you noâ•Œted an Aâ•Œpeâ•Œril-day now raiâ•Œning now shining now warming now storming Ah! just just such as these is a Woman Love and true Meâ•Œrit do seldom preâ•Œvail for always we hold a wet Eel by the Tail their Tongues ne're are iâ•Œdle the Humour 's a Ridâ•Œdle they prick with their Needle and oâ•Œgle and wheedle and if they have Charms 't is rareâ•Œly that Beauâ•Œty is true t' ye for few or none you are sure are your own but in your Arms. LOVE UNBLINDED a new Song set to Music by Mr. William Turner MY Life and my Death were once in your pow'r I languish'd each moâ•Œment and dy'd ev'â•Œry hour but now your ill uâ•Œsage has oâ•Œpen'd my Eyes I can free my poor Heart and give oâ•Œthers Advice By