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Catch that Catch can

or A Choice Collection of Catches, Rovnds, & Canons for 3 or 4 Voyces

Hilton, John (1599-1657)

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In Praise of MUSICK.

[Now that the Spring]

[Turne Amarillis]

[As there be three blew Beanes]

[Ienny she smiles on me]

[O Ale ab Alendo]

[Arme, arme, for our Ancient Foe]

[Your merry Poets old Boyes]

[Here is an old ground]

[Me thinks that I do heare]

['Mongst all those pretious juces]

[I poore and well, thou rich and ill]

[Welcome honest Friends from East and West]

[Come let us all a Maying go ]

[Call George againe Boyes]

[Come, come away to the Taverne I say]

[We three Wills will drinke our fills]

[Come follow, follow me]

[Come my hearts let's now be merry]

[The pretty Larke clyming]

[Let Symons Beard alone]

[If you will drinke for pleasure]

[Come follow, follow me]

[She that will eat her breakfast in her bed]

[O yes, O yes, if there be any man]

A Dialogue Catch between two Doctours, and their Patients.

[Pratty Naun, bony Naun]

[I se goe with thee my sweet Peggy ]

[Down in a Dungeon deep]

[A Pox on the Jaylor, and on his fat Gouls]

[What shall he have that kil'd the Deere]

[There was an old man at Waltham Crosse ]

[Here lies a woman, who can deny it]

[If we will drink Canary]

[Call for the Ale, stand or fall]

[Come let us cast the Dice]

[Drink to Night if the Moon shines]

[See how in gathering of their May]

[Let's cast away care, and merrily sing]

[Never let a man take heavily the clamour of his wife]

[Hang sorrow and cast away care]

[The Wise men were but seaven]

[Goose Law'd with Goose for Cosin Ganders Land]

[Dainty fine Aniseed water, fine]

[Ile tel you of a matter]

[Shew a Roome, shew a Roome]

[Mony, mony, mony]

[What are we met]

[Prepare your hearts for mirth]

[Society the life of man]

[My Mistresse will not be content to take a jape]

[Will you buy a New merry Booke]

[This chirping glasse]

[This geere goes hard]

[Have you observ'd the Wench in the street]

[Come follow me merrily, Lads]

[Have you any worke for a Tinker Mistris]

[How merrily looks the man that hath Gold]

[O Hick and Stephen you'r welcome hither]

[O The wily, wily Fox]

[Yonder he goes takes Corns from your Toes]

[Coridon, thou Swain, I am thy lovely Phillis]

[Come hither Tom, and make up three]

[Here dwells a pretty Mayd]

[My Lady and her Mayd upon a merry pin]

[Tis Amarillis walking all alone]

[Ting, ting. Ding, dong, bell]

[Cuckooe, go Neighbours helpe us to hedge in the Cuckoo]

[Good Susan be as secret as you can]

[Love in thy youth fair Maid]

[I have lov'd the jolly Tankard.]

[A Boat, a Boat, haste to the Ferry]

[Now I am marri'd, Sir John]

[Hee that reads this verse now]

[If thou art my honest friend]

[Fill me my Wine in Christall]

[Aske me why I doe not sing]

[The silver Swan, who living had no Note]

[Wee's au be up dinking ]

[Now my Lads, now let's be merry]

[Wil't thou lend me thy Mare to ride a mile?]

[Hey hoe, hearts delight]

[March bravely on boyes, never be dismayd]

[Wars are our delight]

[If any so wise is that Sack he dispises]

[Call for the best the house may ring Sack, White, & Clarret]

[Good Symon, how comes it your nose looks so red]

[When ever I marry, I'le marry a Maid]

[Come quaffe apace this brisk Canary Wine]

[Come pretty Maydens, what is't you buy?]

[Come honest friends and joviall boys]

[Call to the Parson, & let us goe drink some red Cowes milk]

[Boy go down, and fill the tother quart]

[Boy go up and see what makes them mad]

[The bravest of Souldiers is the Valiant drinker]

[Stand still and listen]

[Ha we to the other World]

[Now we are met]

[Hey hoe, behold, I will shew a Pye or Parrate]

[Horse to trot, to trot, I say]

Sacred HYMNS & CANONS,

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[She that will eat her breakfast in her bed]

She that will eate her breakfast in her bed

She that will eate her breakfast in her bed, and spend the morn in dressing of her head, and sit at dinner like a Mayden Bride, and nothing doe all day, but talk of pride: Jove of his mercy may doe much to save her, but what a case is he in that shall have her.