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fed us, or elfe Coridon wil be doged. 



Pifc. Nay, I will not be worfe 

 then my word, you fhall not want 

 my Song, and I hope I fhall be per- 

 fect in it. 



Viat. And I hope the like for my 

 Ketch, which I have ready too,and 

 therefore lets go merrily to Supper, 

 and then have a gentle touch at fing- 

 ing and drinking; but the laft with 

 moderation. 



Cor. Come,now for your Song, 

 for we have fed heartily. Come 

 Hoftis, give us a little more drink, 

 and lay a few more flicks on the fire, 

 and now fing when you will. 



Pifc. Well then, here's to you 

 Coridon ; and now for my Song. 



Oh the brcpje Fijkti s /ife, 



It is the beft of any ^ 



9 T is full ofpleafurejuoid offtrife, 



And'tisbelovdofmany : 



Other joyes 



are but toyes, 



P only 



