Catches, canons and drinking songs
When Phæbus was am'rous and long'd to be rude Miss Daphne cryd Pish! Miss Daphne cry'd Pish! Miss Daphne cry'd Pish! cry'd Pish and ran swift to the Wood
and rather than do such a naughty affair such a naughty affair such a naughty affair she became a fine Laurel to deck the God's hair
the Nymph was no doubt of a cold constitution for sure to turn Tree to turn Tree was an odd resolution was an odd resolution was an odd was an odd resolution
Yet in this she behav'd like a true modern Spouse for she fled from his Arms she fled from his Arms for she fled from his Arms she fled from his Arms to distinguish his Brows to distinguish his Brows