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Here's half is for our landladies, And half is for our wives,
In wet or dry where'er we ply We all lead jovial lives.
So here's a health to our noble King, And our gracious Queen beside,
Also the Prince of Orange, And we'll not forget his bride.
Also that trade may flourish, And pride may have a fall,
And dear old England hold her head As high as the best of all. |
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THREE MAN SONG1
By Thomas Dekker (1570 ?-l64l ?)
Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed :
111 is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need.
Trowl the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowL
And here, kind mate, to thee, Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul,
And down it merrily.
1 From " The Shoemaker's Holiday." 130 |
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