A SONG.
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THE Caffalier was gone, and the Roundhead he was come,
Was the greatest Blessing under the Sun;
Before the Devil in Hell sally’d out, and ript the Placket of Letter,
Ay, and take her Money too,
Cot bless hur Master Roundhead, and send hur well to do.
Now hur can go to Shrewsperry her Flannel for to sell,
Hur can carry a creat sharge of Money about hur,
Thirty or Forty Groats lap’d in a Welsh Carter,
Ay, and think hur self rich too,
Cot bless, &c.
Now hur can coe to Shurch, or hur can stay at home,
Hur can say hur Lord’s Prayer, or hur can let it alone:
Hur can make a Prayer of hur own Head, lye with hur Holy Sister,
Ay, and say a long Crace too,
Cot bless, &c.
But yet for all the great Cood that you for hur have done,
Would you wou’d made Peace with our King, and let hur come home,
Put off the Military Charge, Impost, and Excise,
Ay, and free Quarter too.
Then Cot shall bless you Master Roundhead, and send hur well to do.
A Song Sung by Mrs. Cross. Set by
Mr. Jeremiah Clark.
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