Small poems of Divers sorts | ||
The eight song, upon the first expedition into the North under the late King.
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Will you hear a songShall do no body no wrong,
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By a friend of mine
Ore a glass of wine,
So great it would make a man dumb.
2
He wanted no matter,To have made it a Satyre,
And abus'd all towns-men, and Nobles:
But he thought it unfit
o to wrong his wit,
To bring himself into troubles.
3
To all his friendsHe sends his commends,
And praies them when they are drinking
To forbear to prate
Of matters of State,
And leave them to th'Councels thinking:
4
Nor to take it in snuffIf a man in buff
Doth come into their chamber;
As if they thought
All Souldiers were naught,
And a contempt was in armour.
5
Nor when they are drunkTo think of a punk,
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But away to creep,
And (at home) go sleep,
And leave it a friendly meeting.
6
He would have them nextNot to be perplext
If their Mistresses be cruel;
Not to fight with them
Whom they do esteem;
Lest they be jeer'd for the Duel.
7
If a man love one,And her heart be gon,
And plac'd upon another:
Let him do the same
In little Cupids name,
And that will please Loves mother.
8
Let him that is forthGoing to the north,
Have his health drunk every sitting;
And all good success
Wish'd unto the English,
And all things else befitting.
9
Let the souldiers obeyWhat the captains say,
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And save their blows
From their friends for their foes,
And all their angers expression.
10
Let us fight for our King,And same will sing
Of us an endless story;
The Chronicles will tell
That we did well,
And liv'd and dy'd in glory.
Small poems of Divers sorts | ||