Catches, canons and drinking songs
Hark! Harry, Harry, Hark! Harry 'tis late; come let us be gone, for Westminster Tom by my Faith Strikes One. Say'st a so Say'st a so, Say'st thou so honest Lad, what makes him so sawcy to Strike One, and yet not tell us the cause Why! pish, pish, pish, pish, 'twas done in good part to get us away, and will certainly double his blow if we Stay.