Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Item: The good Fellow

by By Mr. H. Purcell . For Three voices, in A minor

Song: Prithee ben’t so sad and ser’ous, nothing’s got...

Prithee ben't so sad & ser'ous, Nothing's got by Grief or Cares; Melan cholly's too imperious, where it comes, still domineers: But if Bus'ness', Love, or Sorrow, that possesses thus thy Mind; bid 'em come again too Morrow, we are now to Mirth inclin'd, let the Glass run it's round, and each good Fellow keep his Grous, & if there be any Flinchers found, we'll have, we'll have his Soul new coin'd.


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