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A36961
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Choice new songs, never before printed set to several new tunes by the best masters of music / written by Tho. D'Urfey.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; Playford, John, 1623-1686?
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Wing D2709; ESTC R228698
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CHOICE NEW SONGS Never before Printed SET TO SEVERAL NEVV TUNES BY THE BEST Masters of MUSIC Written by THO. D'URFEY Gent. LONDON Printed by Iohn Playford for Ioseph Hindmarsh Bookseller to His ROYAL HIGHNESS at the Black Bull in Cornhill 1684. DISSEMBLED LOVE A Song set by Mr. Abel WHen Damon does his Pas sion show dissembling I despise yet tho' a Frown sits on my Brow I languish with my Eyes When e're he does his Tale begin and I would seem most coy my poor Heart pants to let him in al tho' my Tongue de ny al tho' my Tongue de ny II. 'Gainst Honour the Tyrant of our Souls And Love the greater Foe Some God that o're my Fate controuls Inspire me what to do For long if Love invade my Heart From Honour I must fly And if my Honour Love subvert 'T will soon my Life destroy A LEVET to the ARTILLERY A Song made upon His Royal Highness's leading the Artillery-Company through the City Set to an excellent Minuet of Monsieur Grabue's ALL Loy al Hearts take off your Brimmers bow down ye Cuckolds Whigs and Trimmers sneak in your Shops and go crowch to your Wives keep in your No ses for fear of your Lives Great York like God Mars rides through the Ci ty and leads on the Brave and the Witty ye Rogues truckle down 't is not your Branches can succour your Haunches if 't is not your Horns can se cure from his Arms if you once you are known chance to be known The HORSE-RACE a Song made and sung to the King at Newmarket Set to an excellent Scotch Tune called Cock up thy Beaver in four Strains TO Horse brave Boys of New mar ket to Horse you 'l lose the Match by lon ger de lay ing the Gelding just now was led o ver the Course I think the De vil's in you for stay ing Run and en dea vour all to bub ble the Sporters Bets may reco ver all lost at the Groom-Porters Fol low fol low fol low fol low come down to the Ditch take the odds and then you 'l be rich for I 'le have the brown Bay if the blew Bonnet ride and hold a thousand Pounds of his side Sir Dragon would scow-er it but Dragon grows old he can not en dure it he cannot he wonnot now run it as late ly he could Age Age does hinder the Speed Sir Now now now they come on and see see the Horse lead the way still three lengths be fore at the turning the Lands five hundred Pounds up on the brown Bay still Pox on the De vil I fear we have lost for the Dog the Blue Bonnet has run it a Plague light up on it the wrong side the Post Odszounds was e ver such Fortune To CYNTHIA a Song set by Mr. King EN a mour'd Angels leave the Sky to hear the Music of her Tongue fond Cupids round a bout her fly to kiss her as she walks along The Trees all bow their verdant Heads like humble Lo vers when she talks and blushing Flow'rs deck the Meads as proud they may adorn her Walks II. She has such Beauty as were fit To bless the greatest Monarch's side A Mine of rich obliging Wit Without the least allay of Pride Tell me no more of Joys above With which immortal Souls are crown'd There is a Rapture in her Love Which zealous Bigots never found A SONG made to an excellent Tune of Mr. Peasable's SUch a damn'd Fa tigue Fools do make of wooing that the Plea sure got is seldom worth the pains Men of deep Intrigue with e ter nal Cooing by their mighty Passions shew their little Brains See a Fop there cringing making ug ly Fa ces hear him swear No Joy like Syl via's soft Em bra ces vow a thousand Gra ces crowns her as she pas ses dye by her Eyes and all con-foun-ded Lies II. All the charming Nymphs Experience teach ye Blunt and honest Lovers ever prove the best Prating noisie Fops fain would over-reach ye And with gingling Nonsence hope to charm your Breast Shun the fulsom Tool when e're he comes before ye Pity 't is a Fool should triumph o're ye He will ne're adore ye Tho' he may implore ye Vow and swear too There 's not a word on 't true The Law of Nature a Song Pindaric-way to ASTREA and sung to the King at Windsor Made to an excellent new Tune of Mr. Akeroyd's WHilst their Flocks were feeding near the foot of a flowry Hill Ce la don complaining of his Fate thus to A stre a cry'd Hear my gen tle Plea ding Ah! cru-el Nymph for bear to kill a Shepherd with Dis dain and Hate whom you have once en joy'd There is a Sa cred Pow'r in Love is beyond all Mor tal Rules fol low the Laws of Na ture for the Di vine Cre a tor did produce and for Hu man use did Beau ty chuse who deny themselves are Fools E ve ry Heart is pair'd a bove and Ingra ti tude's a Sin to all the Saints so hateful she that is found in grate ful may too late in a wret ched state knock at Heaven 's Gate but shall ne ver en ter in II. Had our first-made Father Lord of the whole Creation Done such a Crime as could have damn'd us all Trespassing on his Wife Iove no doubt had rather When he the ill design had known Have plac'd his Angel e're the Fall Guarding the Tree of Life But he that well knew Adam's Breast Whom Nature learnt to woo Never intended damning Nor had the Serpents shamming Edified For the Bone of his Side That was made his Bride Taught him what he was to do Nor was the Maker e're possest With Rage that he did enjoy But the Reflection hated What he with pains created Should be thought Such a cowardly Sot To be poorly caught In such a sneaking Lye The WEDDING A Dialogue between John and Jug sung in the Cheats of Scapin by Mr. Reading and Mrs. Norris Set by Mr. Farmer in two Parts Iohn COme Iug my Honey let 's to bed it is no Sin sin we are wed for when I am near thee by desire I burn like a ny Coal of Fire Iug. To quench thy Flames I 'le soon a gree thou art the Sun and I the Sea all Night with in my Arms shalt be and rise each Morn ' as fresh as he CHORUS COme on then and couple to-ge-ther come all the Old and the Young the Short and the COme on then and couple to-ge-ther come all the Old and the Young the Short and the Tall The richer than Cressus and poorer than Job for 't is Wedding and Bedding that Tall The richer than Cressus and poorer than Job for 't is Wedding and Bedding that Peoples the Globe Peoples the Globe II. Iohn My Heart and all 's at thy Command And tho' I 've never a Foot of Land Yet six fat Ews and one milch Cow I think my Iug is
Wealth enow Iug. A Wheel six Platters and a Spoon A Jacket edg'd with blue Galloon My Coat my Smock is thine and shall And something under best of all Chor. Come on then c. A Scotch SONG made to the Irish JIGG and sung to the King at Whitehall LAte ly as thorough the fair E den bo rough to view the gay Meadows as I was a gang ing Ioc key and Mog gy were walking and tal king of Love and Re li gion thus close ly Ha ran guing Ne ver says Mog gy come near me false Ioc key for thou art a Whig and I vow to ab hor thee Ize be no Bride nor will lig by my side for no sneaking Re bel shall lift a Leg o're me Iockey II. Fairest and Dearest And to my Heart nearest To live with thy Frowns I no longer am able I am so loving And thou art so moving Each hair of thy Head ties me fast as a Cable Thou hast that in thee Ize sure to win me To Iew Turk or Atheist so much I adore thee Nothing I 'd shun That is under the Sun So I have the pleasure to lift a Leg o're thee Moggy III. Plotters and Traytors And Associators In every degree â—hou shalt swear to oppose 'em Swimmers and Trimmers The Nation 's Redeemers And for thy Reward thou shalt sleep in my Bosom I had a Dad Was a Royal brave Lad And as true as the Sun to his Monarch before me Moggy he cry'd The same hour that he dy'd Let no sneaking Rebel e're lift a Leg or'e thee Iockey IV. Adieu then ye Crue then Of Protestant Blue Men No Faction his Moggy from Iockey shall sever Thou shalt at Court My Conversion report I am not the first Whig by his Wife brought in favour I ze never deal For the dull Commonweal To fight for true Monarchy shall be my Glory Lull'd with thy Charms Then I 'le dye in thy Arms When I have the pleasure to lift a Leg o're thee The ENJOYMENT or No no chang'd to Ay ay WHen the Kine had gi ven a Pale-full and the Sheep came bleating home Doll that knew it would be healthful went a wal king with young Tom Hand in Hand Sir o're the Land Sir as they wander'd to and fro Tom made jol ly Love to Dol ly but was dash'd with No no no no no no no no no. II. Faith says Tom the Time 's so fitting We shall never get the like You can never stir from knitting When I am digging in the Dyke Now we are gone too and alone too No one by to see or know Prethee Dolly shall I shall I Still she answer'd No no no No no no no no no. III. Fye upon you Men cries Dolly In what Snares you 'd make us fall You get nothing but the Folly But I should get the Devil and all Tom with Sobs and some dry Bobs Cry'd You 're a Fool to argue so Come come shall I Prethee Dolly Still she answer'd No no no c. IV. To the Tavern then he took her Wine to Love's a Friend confess'd By the Hand he often shook her And drunk Brimmers to the best She grew warm and thought no harm 'Till after a brisk Pint or two To what he said the silly Jade Could hardly get out No no no c. V. She swore he was the prettiest Fellow In the Country or the Town And began to be so mellow On the Cowch she laid her down Tom to woo her then came to her Thinking this the time to try And something past so kind at last The Note was chang'd to Ay ay ay Ay ay ay ay ay ay VI. Closely now were joyn'd their Faces Lovers you know what I mean Nor could she hinder his Embraces Love was now too far got in Both now lying panting dying Calm succeeds the stormy Joy Tom would fain renew agen And Doll consents with Ay ay ay Ay ay ay ay ay ay A SONG set by Mr. Thomas Farmer HOW sweet is the Passion of Love how gay is the Joy of the Soul how pleasing those Fa vours do prove whose Kindness does Fortune controul Her Eyes that with In flu ence shone obtain'd such a So ve raign Pow'r they exhal'd out my Soul like the Sun when it draws up the Dew from a Flow'r II. Let no Man believe he is wise By applauding the Musical Sphere But turn his Ear to her Voice And all that is Charming is there My Heart which no Face could command Within her sweet Bosom I lost And with every touch of her hand I was ready to give up the Ghost LOVE'S Complaint against HONOUR HAp py were the Ru ral Swains that lov'd with Freedom all the day that sung their Pas sions on the Plains and pass'd with joy their Hours away E're Ambition taught Mankind to know Degrees of less or greater we a true Content did find and found a thousand times the better II. What 's the gawdy lofty Sky The worse for blessing Earth with Rain Or the dazling Deity For stooping to the lowly Main Ah then why should I be blam'd For letting poor Amintor woo me Yet I dye with blushing Shame For Honour tells me he 's below me Advice to a PAINTER excellently Set by Monsieur Baptist. COme curious Painter let thy Art on Cynthia's lovely Face be shown come draw her Picture from my Heart and if thou can'st defend thy own But ah 't is much in vain to try for thou art Man as well as I. And none that 's born of Mor tal Race can scape unwoun ded from our Eyes nor view the Glo ries of her Face but with Despair or Plea sure dies Such was the Prophet's trembling Awe when he the Great Cre a tor saw such was the Prophets trembling Awe when he the Great Cre a tor saw III. First in her Soul-commanding Face A Sacred Innocence display Then make her blush with such a Grace As when Aurora paints the Day And let it by thy Skill be shown For others faults and not her own IV. Draw in her Smiles all Joys that grow In Heaven and happy Lovers crown And in a corner of her Brow Damnation lurking in a Frown Then paint me dying at her Feet Thou hast done all that 's Brave and Great FINIS