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The Song Book |
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Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather
When He, who all commands, Shall give, to call life's crew together,
The word to pipe all hands. Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches,
In vain Tom's life has doff'd ; For, though his body's under hatches, His soul is gone aloft.
The Words and Tune by Dibdin. |
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LXXXII |
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GO FROM MY WINDOW |
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Chappell. |
Begone, my Juggy, my Puggy; Begone, my Love, my Dear ;
The weather is warm,
'Twill do thee no harm, Thou canst not be lodged here.
From Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle.
Tune Go from my window. |
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