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

What shall hee have that kil'd the Deere

What shall hee have that kil'd the Deere, his leather skin and horns to wear, take you no scorn to wear a horn, it was a creast e're thou was borne, thy fathers father bore it, and thy father wore it, the horn, the horn, the lusty horne is not a thing to laugh to scorne. What shall hee, &c.