Catch that Catch can, or A Choice Collection of CATCHES, rounds, & canons for 3 or 4 voices Collected & Published by John Hilton Batch: in music London printed for John Benson & John Playford and to be sold in St. Dunstan's Churchyard, and in the Inner Temple near the Church door 1652 To my much Honoured Friend, Mr. Robert Coleman, a true Lover of music. SIR: AS music sits Queen Regent in the centre of Arts, whereby she preserves an Harmonious Sympathy amongst them; so her studious Care, to continue that Unity, hath qualified her servants in several degrees; some like Seraphins, sing Hosanna in the highest; others like Angels, charoll the Nativity of Emanuel. The airy choir in their kind, warble Praises to their Creator, and Man in various Tunes, sets forth the Glory of his Maker: I could speak of the Spherique Harmony, and the general music of the Creature, both sensitive and vegetative, whose tacit voices glorify the Lord of their beings. But your better Knowledge (Worthy Sir) needs no illustration of her Excellencies from me, you having so long been Rector Chori. Knowing therefore not only your perfection in this Art, but your zeal to defend it; I have presumed to present you with some of her Servants Endeavours, not snatched up at random, nor catched at with an uncivil and rude hand, but gathered with a reverend and careful collection, to avoid offence and scandal. And if that general Good I aim at therein shall acce●d my wishes, (being the mutual Society of Friends in a Modest Recreation) I have catched the happiness of my Desires; so being enriched by That, and your courteous patronising of These, You and I'll sing. a. 3. Voc. NOn nobis Domine, non no-bis, sed no-mi-ni tu— o da Glori-am, sed no-mi-ni tu-o da Glo-ri-am. Non no-bis, &c. Yours, John Hilton. In Praise of music. 〈…〉! Miraculous rhetoric! that speak'st sense 〈…〉 a Tongue! Excellent Eloquence! 〈…〉 thee, in wild Beasts have been known, 〈…〉 have liked thy Notes above their own: How easy might thy errors be excused, Were't thou as much beloved, as thou'rt abused? Yet although dull souls, thy Harmony disprove, Mine, shall be fixed, in what the Angels love. W. D. To all Lovers of music. I Hold it needless to boast the Approbations that have been formerly given by Great Persons, both to testify and augment, the Life and Honour of this liberal Science, the earthly solace of man's soul; and in particular, to delights of this Nature, such as you shall find in this small volume, which I dare style musical, and in themselves sweet and harmonious, and full of harmless Recreation, and to all that love and understand music, the true sense and value of them will so appear; of which I boast not, further than you shall please to judge. As for the Rounds, they have, and may shift for themselves; so might the Catches too 〈◊〉 these Times, when Catches and Catchers were never so much in request; all kind of Catches are abroad; Catch that Catch may, Catch that Catch can, Catch upon Catch, 〈◊〉 Caych it, and mine Catch it; And these Catches also, which I have now published by importunity of Friends, to be free for all men's catching; only my wishes are, that they who are true Catchers indeed, may catch ●hem for their delight; and may they that desire to learn, catch them for their Instruction: But let those that catch at them with detraction (as that is a catching disease) catch only the fruits of their own Envy. I am 〈◊〉, they that cannot make better, cannot injure these, which your favourable Acceptance may make good to him that is your Friend, JOHN HILTON. Ad Lectorem. CAtches are Catches, be they better or worse, And these may prove hopeful if not spoiled at Nurse: It's therefore desired if any do halt, That the judicious may set right the Fault, In time by this means, they may walk without Crutches, And merrily please you for your Charge, which not much is. A Table of Catches and Rounds in this book. AS there be three blue beans. pag. 3 Arm, arm, for our Ancient Foe. pag. 6 A pox on the jailor, and on his fat Gouls. pag. 29 A Boat, a Boat. pag. 71 Ask me why I do not sing. pag. 75 Boy go down and fill the other quart. pag. 90 Boy go up and see what makes them mad. pag. 91 Come let us all a Maying go. pag. 13 Call George again boys. pag. 14 Come, come away to the tavern I say. pag. 15 Come follow, follow me. pag. 17 Come my hearts let's now be merry. pag. 18 Come follow, follow me, whether shall I follow pag. 22 Call for the Ale, stand or fall. pag. 33 Come let us cast the Dice. pag. 34 Come follow me merrily Lads. pag. 55 Coridon thou Swain, I am. pag. 61 Come hither Tom and make up three. pag. 62 Cuckoo, go neighbour help us. pag. 67 Call for the best, the house may ring. pag. 83 Come quaff apace this brisk Canary Wine. pag. 86 Come pretty maidens, what is't you buy. pag. 87 Come honest Friends and jovial boys: pag. 88 Call to the Parson, and let us go drink. pag. 89 Down in a Dungeon deep. pag. 28 Drink to Night if the Moon shines. pag. 35 Dainty fine Aniseed Water, fine. pag. 42 Ding, ding, ding, dung bell. pag. 66 Fill me my Wine in crystal. pag. 74 Goose lawed with Goose. pag. 41 Good Susan be as secret. pag. 68 Good Simon how comes it your Nose looks so red. pag. 84 Here is an old ground. pag. 8 Here lies a woman, who can deny it. pag. 32 Hang sorrow and cast away care. pag. 39 Have you observed the Wench in the street. pag. 54 Have you any work for a Tinker. pag. 56 How merrily looks the man that hath Gold. pag. 57 Here dwells a pretty Maid. pag. 63 He that reads this Verse. pag. 72 hay hoe, heart's delight. pag. 79 H● we to the other World. pag. 93 hay hoe, behold I will show. pag. 96 Horse to trot, I say. ib. Jenny she smiles on me. pag. 4 I poor and well, thou rich and ill. pag. 11 If you will drink for pleasure. pag. 21 I'll go with thee my sweet Peggy. pag. 26 If we will drink Canary. pag. 33 I'll tell you of a Matter. pag. 42 I have loved the jolly Tankard. Mr. William Bird. pag. 70 If thou art my honest Friend. pag. 73 If any so wise is, that Sack he despises. pag. 82 Let Symons Beard alone. pag. 20 Let's cast away care, and merrily sing. pag. 37 Love in thy youth, fair maid be wise. pag. 69 Me thinks that I do hear. pag. 9 'mongst all those precious juices. pag. 10 Money, money, 'tis that only can. pag. 45 My Mistress will not be content. pag. 49 My Lady and her maid upon a merry pin. pag. 64 March bravely on boys. pag. 80 Now that the Spring. Mr. John Hilton. pag. 1 Never let a man take heavily, the. pag. 38 Now I am married, Sir John I'll not curse. pag. 72 Now my Lads, now my Lads. pag. 77 Now we are met, let's merry be, in three Parts. pag. 94 O Ale ab Alend●. pag. 5 O Tom Bowles. pag. 19 O yes, O yes, if there be any. pag. 24 O Hick and Stephen. pag. 58 O the wily, wily Fox. pag. 59 Pretty Naun, bony Naun. pag. 25 Prepare your hearts for mirth. pag. 47 She that will eat her breakfast in. pag. 23 See how in gathering of their May. pag. 36 Show a room, show a room. pag. 44 Society the life of man. pag. 48 Stand still and listen if you hear with me. pag. 93 Turn Amarillis. pag. 2 The pretty lark climbing. pag. 19 There was an old man at Waltham cross. pag. 31 The Wise men were but seven. pag. 40 This chirping glass, let no good fellow. pag. 52 This Gear goes hard. pag. 53 'Tis Amarillis walking all alone pag. 65 The Silver Swan, who living. pag. 76 The bravest of soldiers is the valiant Drinker. pag. 92 Welcome honest friend from East and West. pag. 12 We three Wills will drink our fills. pag. 16 Welcome Patients, doctor tell. pag. 25 What shall he have that kills the dear. pag. 30 What are we met▪ come let's see. pag. 46 Will you buy a new merry book. pag. 50 We's au be die widow dinking. pag. 77 Wilt thou lend me thy Mare. pag. 78 Wars are our delight. pag. 81 When ever I marry I'll marry a maid. pag. 85 You merry Poets old boys pag. 7 Yonder he goes takes corns. pag. 60 A Table of the Sacred Hymns and Canons in the latter Part of this book. ALas poor heart. pag. 108 Arise and fall down flat. pag. 112 Beati qui ad Coenam. pag. 99 Bless them that curse you. pag. 114 Exaudi Domine. pag. 99 Gloria in Excelsis Deo. pag. 98 Gloria Patri. Mr. Nelham. pag. 100 Gloria Patri. Mr. Ellis. ib. Gloria Patri 3. Voc. Mr. Deering. pag. 114 Gloria tribuatur Deo. 3. Voc. Mr. Brewer. pag. 116 Gloria Patri. 3. Voc. Mr. Barnwell. pag. 118 Gloria Patri. 3 Voc. Mr. Heardson. pag. 120 Haste thee O Lord. pag. 101 In te Domine. pag. 79 I am so weary of this lingering grief. pag. 102 I wept and chastened myself. pag. 103 I charge ye O Daughters of Jerusalem. pag. 105 I am so weary of my groaning. pag. 108 Laudate Jehovam. pag. 98 Look down, O Lord, and pity. pag. 110 Look down, O Lord, upon my bed rid soul. pag. 111 Let music be thy sweetest. ib. Let me sleep this Night. pag. 109 Lift up your hearts. ib. My soul, O Lord, shall trust. pag. 105 Non nobis Domine. pag. 97 Ora & Labora. pag. 99 Omne bonum. ib. O Lord I lift my heart to thee. pag. 102 O Absalon, my son. pag. 103 O that my head were waters. pag. 104 O Lord Almighty. pag. 106 O pray for the peace of Jerusalem. pag. 108 Prostrate on my knees O Lord. pag. 112 Praise the Lord, O ye servants. pag. 113 Praise the Lord, O my soul. pag. 122 Regi Regis. pag. 98 She weepeth sore in the night. pag. 107 Sweet Jesu Christ thy Church keep. pag. 113 The sorrows of my heart. pag. 106 Thus saith the Preacher, all is vanity. pag. 107 Vt Relevet miserum Fatum. pag. 111 a. 3. Voc. NOw that the Spring hath filled our veins with kind & active fire, & made green liveries for the Plains, & every Grove a choir. Sing we this song with mirth & merry glee, and Bacchus crown the bowl, and here's to thee, & thou to me, and every ry thirsty soul. Share sheep that have them cry we still, but see that none escape to take of the Sherry that make us so merry, and plump as the lusty Grape. a. 3. Voc. turn Amarillis to thy swain, thy Damon calls thee back again. Here is a pretty, pretty pretty, arbour by, where Apollo, where Apollo, cannot spy: there let's sit, and whilst I play, sing to my pipe a round delay. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. AS there be three blue Beans in a blue Bladder, and thrice three rounds in a long Ladder: As there be three nooks in a corner Cap, and three corners and one in a Map: even so like unto these, there be three universities, Oxford, Cambridge, and James. As there be, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. IEnny she now smiles on me, poor Willy ken nowhere to be; for now my joy mounts high up to the starry sky, but one frown coming from her angry eye, tumbles me down, tumbles me down, alack poor Willy, there lig I. Jenny, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. O Ale ab Alendo, thou liquour of life, would I had a mouth as big as a Whale; but mine is too little to sound the least tittle, that belongs to the praise of a Pot of good Ale: although it will never be as big as I wish, yet still i'll endeavour to drink like a Fish. O Ale, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. ARm, arm, arm, arm, for our ancient Foe, clad in frost and snow, cold Winter now appears: Here is Wine and fire, on then brave boys, this will make him retire, if he dare come near; trust to Sack, not steel, what though it makes you Ree— le. twittle, twattle, fills another pottle. Arm, arm, arm, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. YOur merry Poets old boys of Aganippe's well, full many tales have told boys, whose liquour doth excel, and how that place was haunted by those that loved good Wine, who tippled there and chanted, & chanted amongst the Muses nine, where still they cried, drink clear boys, and you shall quickly, quickly, know it, that 'tis not lousy beer boys, but Wine that makes a Po-et. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. HEre is an old ground, here is an old ground: If right it be sung 'twill prove a round; then hold it true Dick, and sing your notes quick, quick for you'll find a crafty trick, therefore sing your Notes quick, hold true your prick, then merrily we will agree, three parts in Uni-ty. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. ME thinks that I do hear the voice of Chantecleer, the day begins to peep, arise my dear, Come away, come, come away, come, come away, make no delay, Apollo rideth post, my love is almost lost, alas, alack, and well a day, was ever man thus crossed? Me, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. 'mongst all those precious juices afforded for our uses, there's none to be compared with Sack, for the body or the mind, no such physic you shall find; therefore see boy we do not lack: Wouldst thou hit a lofty strain, with this liquour warm thy brain, and thou swain shalt sing as sweet as Sidney; Or wouldst thou laugh and be fat, there's not any like to that, to make Jack Sprat a man of Kidney. It is the soul of mirth to poor mortals upon earth: It will make a Coward bold as Hector; Nay I wager durst a piece, that those merry God of Greece, drank old Sack and called it nectar. 'mongst, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. I poor and well, thou rich and ill, give me my health: O 'tis a jewel, take thou thy wealth and buy the fuel. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. WElcome, welcome, honest Friends from East and West, that in this loving round thus sweetly move, sweetly, sweetly move: Though he that made this Song deserves it best, yet all are welcome, welcome, here, that music love, that music, music love: But if any here doth Mu— sick hate, music hate, wooed horns or Asses ears, Asses ears grew to his pate, ass's ears grew to his pate. Welcome, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Maying Catch. COme let us all a Maying go, and lightly, and lighly trip it too and fro: the Bells shall ring a, the Bells shall ring, and the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo, the Cuckoo sing, the Drums shall beat, the Fife shall play, and so we'll spend our time away. Come let, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. CAll George again boy, call George again, and for the love of Bacchus call George again. George is a good boy and draws us good Wine, then fill us more claret our wits to refine. George is a brave Lad, and an honest man, if you will know him, he dwells at the Swan. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. COme, come away, to the tavern I say, for now at home 'tis washing day, leave your pritle prattle, and fill us a pottle, you are not so wise as Ar-ist— ot-le. Drawer come away, let's make it holy day, anon, anon, anon, sir, what is't you say? Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. WE three Wills, will drink our fills, the doctor's pills, cures not more ills, than doth Call George up, give him his cup, 'tis but a sup, George take it up, now give your Sack, it purges well the belly, and strengtheneth the back. it Jack, it purges well the belly, and strengtheneth the back. Will boy, swill boy, the ground, the ground, the ground, runs round, fill boy, till boy, Turns Ro— und, like a M—ill boy, like a Mill boy, good boy. We three, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. COme follow, follow me, come follow, follow me, and we will to the tavern go with mirth and merry glee: we'll each man take his Cup, what ever us be-fall, and we will drink all up, all up, and for another call: then let us merry be, be merry my noble hearts, for a cup of old Sherry will make us merry, and we'll sing well our parts. Come, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. COme my hearts let's now be merry, laugh and sing, and drink old Sherry, with a hay down a derry, with a hay down, hay down derry, with a hay, with a hoe, with a hay down, down, down derry, with a hay down derry. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. THe pretty lark climbing the welkin clear, chants with a cheer, here, peer, I near my deer, then fall-ing thence, her fall she seems to rue, a due, she saith, a due deer, dear, a due, a due. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. OTom bowls, Tom bowls, seest thou not how merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely, mer-re— lie: Ah how merrely, merrely, merrely, merrely: Ah this good, good, good, good, good, Ale trolls. Mr. John Hilton a. 3. Voc. LEt Symons beard alone, alone, let Symons beard alone, 'tis no disgrace to Symons face, for he had never one: then mock not, nor scoff not, nor jeer not, nor fleer not, but ra— ther him bemoan. Let, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. IF you will drink for pleasure, let each man take off his measure, a pint and be gone, is enough for one, to drink and pay of his treasure, but if more he will call, let that, let that man pay for all. If you will, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. COme follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me, whither shall I follow, follow, follow, whither shall I follow, follow thee? to the Gallow, gallow, gallow, to the gall— low, gallow tree We have oft been Rogues together, Now we must hang twixt wind and weather: We have oft time nipped a Bung boy Neatly, neatly, in a throng boy, Neatly, neatly, neatly, neatly, neatly, neatly, in a throng boy. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. SHe that will eat her breakfast in her bed, and spend the morn in dressi-ng of her head, and sit at dinner like a maiden Bride, and nothing do all day, but talk of pride: Jove of his mercy may do much to save her, but what a case is he in that shall have her. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. O Yes, O yes, O yes. If there be any man can tell where's the best wine, at Dog, Sun, or Bell, let him come unto the Crier, quickly come, come quickly satisfy my desire: this washy beer lies here, in my stomach everywhere, come, come, let's away to the Tavern I say a cup of rich Ca-nary, will make my heart full merry, come quickly satisfy my desire. O yes, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 4. Parts in two. A Dialogue Catch between two doctors, and their Patients. Doctors. Welcome Patients, how affected, how affected: Oh it's a fever, drink or die, or die. Welcome, etc Patients. Doctor tell what will make a sick man well, hot & dry: O it's a fever, drink or die, drink or die. Doctor tell, etc Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. pretty Naun, bony Naun, const thoo leuf an Aude man, aged with grief, neen but thoo const give relief, pretty Naun, lettl bony Naun, foncy ma if thoo con. Pretty, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Northern Catch. I see go with thee my sweet Peggy, my honey, fa, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, thou be welcome to me with thy money, sing fa, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy▪ then strike it up Piper, let's ha' e'en a spring gid-feth sir, and that you's ha, hay ding, hay ding. Brase your Tabour, whilst we labour, fa, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, hark how the Drone, be— low alone doth Hum, whilst my pigs neigh cries fie, fie, fie, fie, I say no more but mum. Thou and I will foot it Joe, fa, lafoy, la, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, and what w'eel do neene shall know, but taste the Juce of barley, we'll sport all night for our delight, and home in the morning early. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. down in a Dungeon deep, I heard a fearful, fearful noise, the Prisoners could not sleep, there were such Ro— ring boys, they cried aloud, some To-bac-co and Sacko, Sacko, quickly, quickly, quickly, quick-ly, quickly boys. Down, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Pox on the jailer, and on his fat goals, there's liberty lies in the bottom of bowls: A Fig for the rascal, what e'er he can do, his Dungeons are deep, so are our Cups too: then drink we a health in despite of our foes, and make our cold Irons cry clink in the close. A, etc Mr. John Hilton. a. 4. Voc. WHat shall he have that killed the dear, his leather skin and horns to wear, take you no scorn to wear a horn, it was a crest ere thou was borne, thy father's father bore it, and thy father wore it, the horn, the horn, the lusty horn is not a thing to laugh to scorn. What shall he, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Catch within a Catch. THere was an old man at Walton cross, who merrily sung when he lived by the loss, hay tro-ly, lo— lie, lo-ly, lo, hay tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo: He never was heard to sigh a hay ho, but sent it out with a hay tro-ly, lo-ly, lo lie, lo, hay trow lie, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo. He cheered up his heart when his goods went to wrack, with a hem, boys, hem, & a cup of old sack, hay tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo, hay tro-ly, lo-ly, lo-ly, lo. Mr. John Hilton a. 3. Voc. HEre lies a woman, who can deny it, she died in peace, though lived unquiet: Her husband prays, if o'er her grave you walk, you would tread soft, you would tread soft; for if she wake, for if she wake, she'll talk, tread soft, for if she wake she'll talk. Here, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. IF you will drink Canary at the Paul head, let's meet old Harry there's wine that will fright from the fearful spirit, the heavy cares of night, 'tis such as above they sip from the palm of Jove. Mr. William laws. a. 4. Voc. CAll for the Ale stand or fall, we'll drink a health to the Fat-man, I would it were in Sack, though money we lack, fill us tother Pot-man. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. COme let us cast the Dice who shall drink, mine is twelve, and his since sink, six and four is thine, and he threw nine: Come away sink trey, since ace fair play, quater deuce is your throw Sir, quater ace, they run low Sir, two dewces I see, deuce ace is but three. Oh where is the wine, come fill up his glass, for here is the man hath thrown Am's Ace. Mr. William laws a. 3. Voc. DRink tonight of the moonshine bright, and mark upon her border, some Rites to be done to Phoebus the Sun, in trim and comely order: first that appear, are the Priests of the year, with their sencors' full of Wine, than Cintha bright in all her light, the goddess most Divine: And as they pass they drink and sing, all health and praise to Apollo their King, all health and praise to Apollo their King. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. SEe how in gathering of their May, each Lad and lass do kiss and play, do kiss loves hole, & play with love's hole, do kiss and play, do kiss and play, each thing doth smile as it would say, this is love's hole, loves holiday, loves hole do kiss, and play with love's hole, loves hole, loves holiday, & while loves kindly fires do sting, hark Philomel doth sweetly sing, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, doth sweetly sing. See, etc Mr. William laws a. 3. Voc. let's cast away care, and merrily sing, there is a time for every thing: he that plays at his work, or works in his play, neither keeps working▪ nor yet holiday: set business si-nesse aside, and let us be merry, and drown our dry thoughts in Ca-nary and Sherry. Let's cast. &c. Mr. William laws. a. 4. Voc. NEver let a man take heavily the clamour of his wife, but be ruled by me, and lead a merry life, let her have her will in every thing, if she scolds, then laugh and sing hay derry, derry, derry ding. Never, &c. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. HAng sorrow and cast away care, and let us drink up our Sack: They say 'tis good to cherish the blood, and for to strengthen the back: 'tis wine that makes the thoughts aspire, and fills the body with heat, besides 'tis good, if well understood, to fit a man for the feat: then call and drink up all, the Drawer is ready to fill, a pox of care, what need we to spare, my father hath made his Will. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. THe Wise men were but seven, ne'er more shall be for me. The Muses were but nine. The Worthies three times three. And three merry boys, and three merry boys, and three merry boys are we. The Wise men, &c. The virtues they were seven, and three the greater bee; The Caesars they were twelve, and the fatal Sisters three. And three merry girls, and three merry girls are we. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. GOose lawed with Goose for x gander's Land, and Fox the Lawyer took the Cause in hand. Term being ended, Judgement did proceed, like fools they met, & beggars they agreed: Then to dig, and delve, and plough, both went, to get by pain what Idly they had spent. Goose lawed, &c. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. DAinty fine aniseed water fine, dainty content and your money again: See, here comes Robin Hermophradite, hot Waters he cries for his delight: he got a Child of a Maid, and yet is no man, was got with child by a man, and is no woman. Dainty fine, &c. Mr. Will. Laws. a. 3. Voc. I'll tell you of a mat-ter, if that you'll be content of a man that provoked his Maid to break the commandment. At first she was not willing, for shame to do the same, for twenty shillings, I vow quoth she, I will not wrong my Dame: Thy dam's a good old woman, but taketh no delight, for a man that lieth by her side, must not touch her all the night. I'll tell, &c. She's troubled with the Cramp, Her Crupper bone is lame, But the Maid cries out, pish, fie, away, You must not wrong my Dame. As soon as he had done it, He took her in his arm, My honey, my Love, my turtle Dove, Have I done you any harm? Have I done you any hurt? Hast thou done any shame? We might have done thrice as much. And never have wronged thy Dame. Mr. Willam laws. a. 3. Voc. show a room, show a room, show a room, here's a Knot of good fellows are come that mean for to be merry, with claret and with Sherry, each man to mirth himself disposes, and for the reckoning tell Noses, give the red nose some white, and the pale nose some claret, but the nose that looks blue, give him a cup of Sack, 'twill mend his hew. Show a room, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. MO— ny, money, money, 'tis that only can give life to the soul of a man, what though some men of vain belief, do other aid, wish and implore, money, money, money, money, money, money, is the chief, give me but that I ask no more. Money, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. WHat are we met, come let's see if here's enough to sing this glee, look about, count your number, singing will keep us from crazy slumber, 1.2. and 3. so many there be that can sing, the rest for wine may ring, here is Tom Jack & Harry, sing away & do not tarry, merrily now let's sing, carouse & tipple, here's Bristol milk come suck this nipple, there's a fault sir, never halt sir before a cripple. Mr. Thomas Holmes a. 3. Voc. PRepare your hearts for mirth, chant clear-ly as we may, this is the muse's birth, let us make holiday: See here they all are come no man shows discontent, but lively fill the room with honest mer-ri-ment, that the sweet Muses nine may know, and plainly see, our offerings at the Shrine is Love and Harmony. Prepare, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 4. Voc. SO— cie— tie the life of man, mer-ri-ly let every one take his Can, 'tis a health to each man's happiness, or if you please to your Mistress: Then drink about and make no noise, pay for what we call, and still be precious boys. Society, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. MY Mistress will not be content to take a jape, a jape, a jape, as Chaucer meant, but following still the woman's fashion, allows it, allows it of the new translation: Nor with the word she'll not dispense, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet I know she loves the sense. a. 4. Voc. WIll you buy a New merry book, or a doleful Ditty, then look, here's a proper Ballet, most fit for the pallet of a chambermaid that was over laid, which she ●u'th, 'tis called a warning for youth: he took her 'bout the middle so small, he threw her down, but that was not all, I should howl outright, to tell of the rest, how this poor-a maid was over pressed, therefore quickly come and buy, and read for your penny, come my hearts, 'tis as good a Bargain as e'er you had a- ny: here's no Sussex Serpent to fright you here in my Bundle, nor was it ever Printed for the widow Trundle. Will you, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. THis chirping glass, let no good fellow pass, but take it and shake it, and never forsake it, to thee, for I do think thou'lt take thy drink, what man already do you begin to shrink, stand but this bout, and drink it out, alas it will not be I see, he's slain, give him a cup of rich Ca-na-ry, 'twill make him rise again, no, 'tis in vain, ding, dung, ding, dung bell, thus we ring his Knell, by the force of old Ca— na— ry he fell, so Blade farewell. This, etc Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. THis geere goes hard, 'tis almost marred, 'tis driven so like a Cart, 'tis good in sight, then sing it right, or else you lose the other quart: I'll ne'er go out, but sing it right three times about, and friendly part. This gear, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. HAve you observed the Wench in the street, she's scarce any Hose or shoes to her feet, yet she is very merry, and when she cries she sings, I ha' hot Codlins', hot Codlins', or have you e-ver seen or heard the mortal with a lion Tawny beard, he lives as merrily as any heart can wish, and still he cries, buy a Brish, buy a Brish, since these are merry, why should we take care, musicians like Camelians must live by the air: then let's be blithe and bonny, and no good meeting balk, for when we have no money, we shall find Chalk. Have you observed, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. COme follow me merrily, merrily, Lads, come follow me merrily, ah, and we will sing sol, fa, fa, sol, fa, fa, fa, sol, sol, fa, put sol before la, and fa after me, sol, lafoy, me, fa, me, lafoy, me, fa. Come, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. HAve you any work for a Tinker Mistress, old brass old Pots, or Ketles, I'll mend them all with a think, terry tink, and never hurt your Mettles: First let me have but a touch of your Ale, 'twill steel me'gainst cold weather, or Tinkers Frees or vintner's Lees, or Tobaco choose you whether: But of your Ale, your nappy Ale, I would I had a Ferkin; for I am old, and very, very cold, and never wear a Jer-kin. Have, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. HOw mer— ri-ly looks the man that hath Gold, he seemeth but twenty, though threescore years old? How nimble the Bee that flieth about and gathereth honey within and without? But men without money, and Bees without honey, are nothing better than Drones, Drones. How, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. OHick and Stephen you're welcome hither, let Neighbours Children hold to-gether: if thou dost love me, as I do love thee, how well shall we love one another: Then let's be merry and drink about, and never part till all be out. O Hick, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. O The wily, wily Fox, with his many wily mocks, we'll earth him if you'll but follow, and when that we have done't, to conclude this merry haunt, let us roundly whoop and hollow, prithee drink, prithee drink, prithee, prithee, prithee drink, that the Hunters may follow. O the, etc, Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 4. Voc. YOnder he goes takes Corns from your Toes, cures the Gout and all woes, call him hither, his skill I will try, before he pass by, or sure I shall die this weather: the reports of your fame sir, calls you again sir; show your skill, or shame your face ever. Yonder, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. COridon, thou Swain, I am thy lovely Phillis, my love runs down amain to drink to thee my will is: once again fills a quart of Sack boy, and let us be full merry, for now my very back boy, with drinking of old Sherry, begins to crack boy: so Coridon my love, thy Phillis bids adieu, till Powers from above do grant thee a new kind Turtle Dove. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 4. Voc. COme hither Tom, and make up three, and sing this Catch with me, though the tune be old, I dare be bold, 'tis good if we all agree: So now comes in my noble Jack, keep time upon his back, if he miss, I do swear, I'll pull him by the ear, until I do hear it crack: now listen to the Basse, for he will us disgrace; I fear the lout will first be out, he makes such an ugly face. Come, &c. Mr. Cranford. a. 3. Voc. HEre dwells a pretty maid, whose name is Sis, you may come in and kiss: Her hole, her hole, her hole, her whole estate is seventeen pence a year, yet you may kiss, you may kiss, you may kiss, you may kiss her, if you come but near. Here, &c. Mr. Cranford. a. 3. Voc. MY Lady and her maid upon a merry pin, they made a match at farting, who should the wager win. Joan lights three Candles then▪ and sets them bolt upright, with the first fart she blew them out, with the next she gave them light. In comes my Lady then with all her might and main, and blew them out, and in, and out, and in, and out again. My Lady, &c. Mr. William Ellis. a. 3. Voc. 'tIs Amarillis walking all a— lone, in her Garden making moan, in her Gar— den making moan for her Cor-ridon, that left her in the Grove die— ing for love, like a poor di— stress-ed Dove, and then she with sighs and sobs, and grievous groans, said farewell most sweet, but unkind Corri-don. 'Tis Amarillis, &c. Mr. Thomas Brewer. a. 4. Voc. TIng, ting. DIng, ding, ding, dung, bell: Ding, ding, ding, ding, dung, bell: Oh cruel Death, that stopped the breath of him I loved so well; a lack and well a— way, 'tis a heavy day, as ever us befell: then for his sake, some order let us take, that we may ring his Knell: Ding, dung, ding, ding, ding, dung, bell: Ding, ding, ding, ding, dung, bell: Hark, hark, I hear the Belman near, I hear the bell come tinging; go Belman on before, and stand at the door, for now the corpse is bringing; make ready all anon, that we may be gone, for all the bells are ringing, Ding, dung. Ding▪ &c. Mr. Stoner. a. 3. Voc. cuckoo, go Neighbours help us to hedge in the Cuckoo, keep, keep, keep, O keep in the cuckoo. Cuckoo, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. GOod Susan be as secret as you can, you know your Master is a jealous man; though thou and I do mean no hurt, or ill, yet men take women in the worst sense still: and fear of horns more grief in hearts hath bred, then wearing horns doth hurt a cuckold's head. Good Susan, etc Mr. William Webb. a. 3. Voc. LOve in thy youth fair Maid, be wise, old Time will make thee colder, and though each morning new arise, yet we each day grow colder: thou as heaven art fair, and young, thine eyes like twin stars shining. yet ere another day be sprung, all these will be de-clining. Then Winter comes with all his fears, and all thy sweets, thy sweets will borrow, too late then wilt thou shower thy tears, & I too late shall sorrow Mr. William Webb. a. 4. Voc. COme drink to me, and I will drink to thee, to thee, and then shall we full well agree. I have loved the jolly tankard full seven winters, & more: I loved it so long till that I went upon the score. He that loves not the tankard, is no honest man, jj And he is no right soldier that loves not the can. Tap the canikin, toss the canikin, troll the canikin, turn the canikin. Hold good son, and fill us a fresh can, that we may quaff it round about from man to man, Come, &c. a. 3. Voc. A Boat, a Boat, haste to the Ferry, for we'll go o-ver to be merry, to laugh and sing and drink old Sherry. A Boat, &c. Mr. John Jenkins. a. 4. Voc. NOw I am married, Sir John I'll not curse: he joins us together for better for worse; but if I were single, I tell you plain, I would be ad-vised, ere I married again. Now I am, &c. Mr. William Webb. a. 4. Voc. he that reads this verse now, perhaps may have a lowering Sow, whose looks are nothing near so bad, as is her tongue that makes him mad. He that, &c. Mr. William Webb. a. 3. Voc. IF thou art my honest friend, follow me, follow me, come follow, follow me, follow me, and we will sing this Catch, and we will sing this Catch to the end, with mirth and merry glee, with mirth and merry glee: But the third part comes in, what shall I do then? Take thy liquour off, and be— gi'en again. If thou art, &c. To be sung with four voices, the fourth voice, coming in, at take thy liquour off, and begin again, and so round. Mr. William Webb. a. 3. Voc. FIll me my Wine in crystal, thus, and thus, I see't in's pu-ris na●tu— ra— li-bus un- mixed, I love to have it smirk, smirk, smirk, and shine, 'tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throt— tle wine, what road man's he, that when it sparkles so will cool his flames, or quench his fires with snow. Fill me, &c. Mr. William Webb. a. 3. Voc. ask me why I do not sing to the tension of the string as I did, as I did not long ago, when my numbers, when my numbers full did flow: grief (ah me) hath struck my Lute, and my tongue, and my tongue at one time mute. Ask me. &c. Mr. William Webb. a. 4. Voc. THe silver Swan, who living had no Note, till Death approached, unlocked her silent throat, leaning her breast against the Reedy Shore, thus sung her first and last, and sung no more, farewell all joys. Oh Death come close mine eyes, more Geese than Swans now live, more fools then wise. The silver, &c. a. 4. Voc. A Northern Catch. WEe's au be die widow dinking, wees au be dunke widow d●nking, 'gan we gang on as we begun, wée's au be slay widow dinking. Wée's, &c. Mr. Henry laws. a. 3. Voc. NOw my Lads, now my Lads, now let's be merry: here is old Charingo, cider, and Perry; then let us dance and sing, hay down, down derry. Now my Lads, &c. Mr. Henry laws. a. 3. Voc. wiled thou lend me thy Mare to ride a mile? No, she's lame going over a style. But if thou wilt her to me spare, thou shalt have money for thy Mare. Oh, say ye so, say ye so, money will make my Mare to go, money will make my Mare to go. Wilt thou, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. hay hoe, hay hoe, heart's delight, strong Ale is good in Winter; do a fair Maid upon a brass Pot, and the Child will prove a Tinker, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tera tink, tink, tink, tera, re-ra rink, tink, tink, tink. hay hoe, &c. Mr. John Cobb. a. 3. Voc. MArch bravely on boys, never be dismayed, our enemy's are gone boys, & are well apaid; let them away, since that we have got the day, we have time for to drink, and wash the brain. Now Soldiers come below, show your valour here, see, here's Wine & Beer, (that will cheer) come boys, come away, drink all round without delay, this liquour will our healths maintain. Beat up Alarum we the field have won, sound out our Trumpets, Oh bravely done! Now all our Foes are shot and slain, we'll never to the Wars again. March bravely, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 6. Voc. WWars are our delight, we drink as we fight, tarra, ra, ra, ra, dub a dub, dub a dub, dub, bounce, tantarra, run, tan, tan. Wars, &c. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. IF a— ny so wise is that Sack he dispises, let him drink his small beer and be so-ber, whilst we drink Sack, and sing as if it were Spring, he shall droop like the trees in Octo-ber: But be sure o— ver night if this dog do you bite, you take it henceforth for a warning, soon as out of your bed, to settle your head, take a hair of his tail in the mor-ning, and be not so silly to follow old lily, for there's nothing but Sack that can tune us; let his ne-assuescas be put in his cap case, and sing bi-bi— to vi- - num Je-ju-nus. If any, &c. Mr. William Child. a. 3. Voc. CAll for the best the house may ring Sack, White, & claret: Let them bring, and drink apace, & drink apace, while breath you have, while breath you have, you'll find but cold drink in the Grave. Call for, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. GOod Simon, how comes it your nose looks so red, and your cheeks and lips look so pale: Sure the heat of the Toast, your nose did so roast, when they were both soused in Ale: It shows like the spire of Paul's. Steeple on fire, each Ruby darts forth (such lightning) flashes, while your face looks as dead, as if it were Lead and covered all o'er with Ashes: Now to heighten his colour, yet fill his pot, fill his pot fuller, and nick it not so with froth: Gra— mercy mine Host, it shall save thee a Toast, sup Simon for here is good Broth· Good Simon. Mr. William Howes. a. 3. Voc. WHen e— ver I marry, I'll marry a Maid, I'll marry a Maid, for widows are wilful, for widows are wilful, and will be obeyed. When, &c. a. 3. Voc. COme quaff apace this brisk Canary Wine, better than that the high, the high prized Lesbyan Vine, or fat Falernum shows, this who chooses, dips in the true, true Fountain of the Muses: sink here all care with mirth we'll fill the scene, and like mad Greekish Gods piss Minta●yne. Come quaff, &c. Mr. William laws. a. 3. Voc. COme pretty maidens, what is't you buy? See what is't you lack? if you can find a Toy to your mind, be so kind, view the pedlar's pack: Here be Laces and Masks for your faces, coral, Jet, and Amber, Gloves made of thread, & toys for your head, and rich Perfumes for a La— dies Chamber. Come and buy, come buy for your loving honey, some pretty Toy to please the Boy, I'll sell it you worth your money. Come, &c. Mr. John Jenkins. a. 3. Voc. COme honest friends and jo— vial boys, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow me, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, & sing this Catch merry, merri-ly jo— vial boys and honest friends, follow, follow me, come follow, follow me, come follow me, and sing this Catch, and sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch merry, merry— lie, honest friends come fol- low me jo-vi— all boys, come follow, follow me, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, & sing this Catch, sing this Catch, merry, merry— lie. Come honest friends, &c. Mr. Simon Ives. a. 3. Voc. CAll to the Parson, the Parson, & let us go drink some red cow's milk, ho brave Boys, or Sack of the best, then glide to the chapel of rest, where our Song shall on-ly be drink thou to me, and I to thee, & then. Dr. John Wilson. a. 3. Voc. BOy go down, and fill the t'other quart that we may drink the captain's health before that we depart, make haste and come away, for here we must not stay, be nimble than you Knave we'll meet another day, O do not frown you arrant Clown, when we cry. Boy go down, &c. Mr. Simon Ives. a. 3. Voc. BOy go up and see what makes them mad, they throw my stools, like drunken fools as money none they had, be nimble then, they'll meet another day, and then they all shall know what they left to pay: Speak them fair thou Clown, pray them all come down. Boy go up, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. THe bravest of soldiers is the Va-liant drinker, he never was shrinker that did line his Helmet with rich Wine, nothing harms him, 'tis the fuel not his Armour, Then a Cruice of lusty Juice. Third Part. liquour charms him, of a duel, keeps him warmer, than a Cruice of lusty Juice. The bravest, &c. a. 3. Voc. STand still and listen if you hear with me Anthony marks on his stump, I swear if in this Vault he rests his bones, his spi-rit walks & charms these stones. Stand, &c. Mr. William laws. a. 4. Voc. HA we to the o-ther World, where 'tis thought they very merry be, there the man in the Moon drinks Claret, a health to thee and me. Ha we, &c. a. 3. Voc. CANTUS. NOw we are met, let's merry, merry bee, for one half hour, with mirth and glee, to re— create our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are, &c. Mr. Simon Ives. a. 3. Voc. TENOR. NOw we are met let's merry, merry bee, for one half hour, with mirth and glee, to re— create our spirit's dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are, &c. Mr. Simon Ives. a. 3. Voc. BASSUS. NOw we are met, let's merry, merry bee, for one half hour, with mirth and glee to re— cre— ate our Spirits dull, let's laugh and sing our bellies full. Now we are Mr. Simon Ives. a. 3. Voc. hay hoe, behold, I will show a pie or parrot, choose you whether. Now he prattles, look hoe, than we may both shake hands together. Thou pratest like a cuckoo, than we may both shake hands together. hay hoe, behold, etc Mr· Thomas Pierce. a. 3. Voc. HOrse to trot, to trot, I say, Amble & Amble, & make a stay, & Gallop, a Gallop, a Gallop away. Mr. Thomas Pierce. FINIS. Sacred HYMNS & CANONS, For three or four voices. a. 3. Voc. A Cannon in the 4. and 8. below. NOn nobis Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da Gloriam, sed \u1D107 Gloriam. Non, &c. Non, &. a. 3. Voc. A Cannon in the 5. and 9 rising a Note each time. IN te Do-mi-ne spe— ra-vi. In te, &c. In te, &c. In te, &c. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. and 4. below. GLoria in excelsis Deo, gloria in exelsis Deo, gloria in excel-sis Deo, in ter-ra pax & hominibus bona voluntas, bona voluntas. Gloria, &c. Mr. William Lawes. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 4. and 8. below. REgi Regis, Regi Re— gis, Regum are— ca— na cano Regi, &c. Mr. Henry laws. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. LAudate Je— ho— vam omnes Gentes, quia in-ca-les-cit er-ga nos amor ejus. Mr. Henry laws a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. & in the Unison. BE— a— ti qui ad coenam nupti— a— rum, nuptiarum Agni, vo-ca-ti sunt, vo-ca-ti sunt. Mr. John Cobb. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and 4. below, rising a Note every time. ORa & la-bo-ra. Ora, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and the 4. below, rising a Note every time. OMne bonum De-i do— num, do— num. Omne, &c. M. J. Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. EXaudi Do— mi— ne, O-ra— ti-onem me— 'em. Exaudi Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. glow— ri— a Patri & Fi-li— o & Spiri— tu-i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & sem— per, & in se-cu-la se— cu-lo-rum, A— men. Glow— ri-a, &c. E. Nelham a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. GLo-ri-a Patri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ri-tu-i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & sem-per, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum, A-men, A— men. Glori-a, &c. Mr. Will. Ellis. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. HAste thee O Lord, make haste with speed, and help me in this time of need, my soul doth sink, my forces fail, my wearied arms cannot prevail, the waters flow so fast, that I can scarcely cry, help me O Lord, help me O Lord, or else I drown and die. Haste thee, &c. a. 3. Voc. I Am so wea-ry of this lingering grief, some speedy help I faint and die, some speedy help I faint and die, in brief, to live and languish thus without relief. I am so, &c. I am so &c. Mr. Thomas Ford. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. below the 8. above. O Lord I lift my heart to thee, my soul in thee doth ever trust: O let me not confounded but make me righteous, but make me righteous with the just. O Lord, &c. Mr. Thomas Ford. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. OAbso-lon, O Ab-solon, my son, my son Abso-lon; O Absalon, my son, my son, O Absalon, my son, my son; would God I had dy'd, would God I had dy'd, would God I had dy'd for thee. O Absalon, &c. Mr. Henry laws. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. I Wept, & chastened myself with fasting, and that was turned to my reproof. Ay, &c. Mr. Henry laws. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. OH that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep, that I might weep, that I might weep day and night for the slain, for the slain of the Daughters, of the Daughters of my people, the slain of the Daughters of my people. Oh that, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that hurt you. Bless, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. I Charge ye O Daughters of Je-ru-sa-lem, Je-ru-sa— lem, by the Roes, & by the Hinds of the field, the field, that ye stir not up, nor waken my Love, my Love un— till she please. I charge, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. MY soul O Lord shall trust in thee and still for mer— cy cry, pec— ca— vi, pec-ca-vi, pec-ca— vi, mi— se— re— re me— ay, mi— se— re— re me-i. My soul, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. THe sorrows of my heart are enlarged: O, O bring my soul out off trouble; look on mine adversity and misery, and forgive me all my sins. The sorrows, &c. Mr. Thomas Holmes. a. 3. Voc. O Lord Almighty▪ O God of Is— ra— el, the soul that is in trou — ble ble, and the spirit that is vex—ed, cryeth un— to thee. O Lord, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison SHe weepeth sore in the night, & her tears are on her cheeks, her priest's sighs, & her Virgins are afflicted, and among all her Lovers she hath none to comfort her. She weepeth &c. Mr William laws. a. 3. Voc. THus saith the Preacher, all is Va-ni-ty under the Sun: All is Va-ni-ty, va-ni-ty of va-ni-ty under the Sun; Va-ni-ty, all is va-ni-ty of va-ni-ty under the Sun. Thus saith the, &c. Mr. Nelham. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. alas poor heart, troubled and crossed, thou art here below, vexed to the heart, and tumb— led and tossed thou art, but comfort still God send, and so an End. Alas, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above & 4. below, A Sembreeffo after one another. O Pray for the peace of Je-ru-sa-lem, they shall prosper that love thee. O pray for, &c. Mr. John Cobb. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. I Am weary of my groaning, every night wash I my bed and water my Couch with my tears. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. Mr W. Webb. LEt me sleep this night a way till the dawning of the day, till the dawning of the day; then at the opening of mine eyes, at the opening of mine eyes, I and all the world shall rise, I and all the world shall rise. &c. a. 3 Voc. A Canon in the 5. and 8. rest a Minu●, each after other. The Tenor begins. LIft up your hearts and rejoice, praise the Lord with cheerful voice, Christ our captain and our Head, he is risen from the dead. Lift, &c. Lift, etc▪ Lift, &c. Lift, &c. Mr. Simon Ives. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. LOok down, O Lord, and pity, pity my distress, hear and have mercy, Oh release, release me I pray thee from my grief, and send me now at last relief, then will I sing Ha— le— lujah, Ha-le— lujah, Ha— le— lujah, Ha— le-lu-jah, when thou shalt bring me from the grave, and me from trouble save, then whilst I live, due 〈◊〉 I'll give, Ha— le-lu-jah, Ha— le-lu-jah, Ha-lelu— jah. Look, &c. Mr. John Cobb. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. LOok down O Lord upon my bedrid soul that turns, and turns, but finds all rests con— troll: speak Lord, thy talk shall make me rise and walk. Look down, &c. Mr. Thomas Ford. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. and the 9 rising a Note every time. LEt music be thy sweetest pleasure. Let music, &c. Mr. William Smegergill, alias Caesar. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the 5. above, and the 4 below, rising a Note every time. VT RElevet MIserum FAtum SOLi-tumque LAborem. VT, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 4. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. PRostrate on my knees, O Lord, I will call upon thy name ear-ly in the morn-ning, and likewise in the E— ve-ning, still prai— sing thee, for thy pow-er is on earth, as it is in heaven, Lord be thou my comfort, Lord be thou my comfort. Prostrate, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. Arise, & fall down flat, & quickly to him say, I am thy son, O save me Lord, that erst did go astray. A Mr. John Hilton a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. SWeet Je-su Christ thy Church keep sound,, those bloody, bloody Edomites to confounded, that cries down, down, down, down, down, down with it to the ground. Sweet, &c. Mr. John Hilton. a. 3. Voc. PRaise the Lord, O ye servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord, blessed be the name of the Lord for e— ver-more, Praise, &c. Mr. William Ellis. a. 3. Voc. CANTUS. GLo-ri-a Pa-tri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ri-tu— i Sancto, & Spi-ri-tu-i sanct, si-cut e-rat in prin-ci, & nunc, & sem, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, a, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A-men, se-cu-lorum, a, se-cu-lo rum, a. Mr. Deering. a. 3. Voc. TENOR. glori Pa-tri & filio & spiritui sancto, & Spi-ri-tu-i sancto, si-cut e-rat in principio, & nunc, & semper, & in se-cu-la seculorum, Amen, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum, amen, seculorum, Amen, se-cu-lorum, Amen. Mr. Deering. a. 3. Voc. BASSUS. GLori-a Pa—tri & Fi-li— o & Spi-ritu-i San— cto, & Spi-ri— tu-i Sancto, si-cut e— rat in prin-cipi o, & nunc, & sem—— per, & in se— cu-la secu-lo— rum, A— men, & in se-cu-la seculorum, Amen, se-cu— lorum, Amen, se culorum, Amen a. 3. Voc. CANTUS. GLo-ri— a tri-bu-a-tur Deo, tri-bu-a-tur Deo, tri-bu-a-tur De— o, Patri laus, & Fi-li— o, & Spiritu-i sancto, & Spiritu-i Sancto, Spi-ri-tu-i Sanct— o, & Spiri-tu-i Sancto. Mr. Thomas Brewer. a. 3. Voc. TENOR. GLori-a tribu-a-tur Deo, tribu-a-tur Deo, tribu— a— tur, tri— bu-a-tur De-o, Patri laus, & Fi li-o, & Spiritui Sanct-o, & Spiritui Sanct-o, & Spiritui Sancto, & Spiritui Sancto, & Spiritui Sancto. Mr. Thomas Brewer. a. 3. Voc. BASSUS. GLo-ri-a tri-bu— atur Deo, tri-bu-atur De-o, De-o, Patri laus, & Fi-li-o, & Spiri-tu— i Sancto, & Spiritu-i Sancto, & Spi-ri-tu-i Sancto, & Spiritu-i Sanct— o, & Spiri-tu-i Sanct— o. Mr. Thomas Brewer. a. 3. Voc. CANTUS. glow— ri-a Pa—tri & Fi— li— o & Spiri-tu-i Sanct— o, sicut e-rat in principi— o, & nunc, & sem-per & in secu-la secu-lorum, seculorum, Amen, secu-lorum, A— men. Mr. Barnwell. a. 3. Voc. TENOR. glow— ri-a Patri & Fi-li-o & Spiri— tu-i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & semper, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A— men, se-cu-lorum, Amen. Mr. Barnwell. a. 3. Voc. BASSUS. glow— ri-a Pa—tri & Fi— li— o & Spi-ri— tu-i Sanct— o, si-cut e-rat in princi, & nunc, & semper, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum, Amen, se-cu-lorum A— men. Mr. Barnwell. a. 3. Voc. CANTUS. GLo-ri-a Pa—tri & Fi-li— o & Spi— ri— tu-i Sanct— o, & Spi— ri-tu-i Sanct— o, si-cut e— rat in princi-pi-o, & nunc, & sem— per, & in se— cu-la, & in se-cu-la se-cu lo-rum, Amen, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lo-rum A— men, se-cu-lorum Amen. Mr. Tho. Heardson. a. 3. Voc. TENOR. GLo-ri-a Pa— tri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ri-tu— i Sancto, & Spi-ri— tu— i Sancto, si-cut erat in prin-cipi-o, & nunc, & sem— per, & in se-cu-la, & in se-cu-la, & in se-cu-la se cum— lorum, Amen, & in se-cu-la se-cu-lorum, A-men, seculorum, Amen. Mr. Tho. Heardson. a. 3. Voc. BASSUS. GLori-a Pa-tri & Fi-li-o & Spi-ritu— i Sancto, & Spiri-tu— i Sancto, si-cut e-rat in prin-ci— pi— o, & nunc, & sem— per, & in secu-la & in se— cula seculorum, amen, & in secula si culorum, A-men, seculorum A-men. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the Unison. PRaise the Lord, O my soul, whilst I live, whilst I live, will I praise the Lord, yea as long as I have any being, yea as long as I have any being, I will sing praises, I will sing praises un— to my God, I will sing praises unto my God. Praise the, &c. Mr. Edmund Nelham. a. 3. Voc. A Canon in the unison. HA-le-lu-jah, Ha-le— lujah, halelujah, Ha-le— lu— jah. Ha-le-lu-jah, &c. Mr. John Cobb. FINIS. Erratas of the Notes and other mistakes in this book, are here marked with this Character ˘ overhead, and the Page and Line set down where they are, the which you are desired to mend with your Pen. Page 26. l. 4. drone be-&c. Page 31. l. 2. But sent it, &c. Page 89. l. 3. Red Cows, &c. Page 102. Set the Moniter here. O Lord &c. Page 105. l. 1. O Daughters, &c. Page 105. l. 4. Pec— ca— vi, &c. Page 111. Set the Moniter here. Turns, & c· Page 111. l. 4. La— bo-rem, &c. Page 115. l. 2. Sem— per, &c.