Catches, canons and drinking songs
Dost not thou remember Ned, how often we have heard, a natural Chorus of Brutes, in Father Dodwell's Yard: Cock a doodle do cry'd the Cock, and the Duck quack quack, Coble :#: :#: :#: Cobble, cry'd the Turkey Cock, Wehee :#: :#: the Hack; & ye little Chick peep, peep, peep, what ails the poor Creatures such a Coil to keep? Ev'n that, that once made ye thirteen Cows to bellow, and to keep to our Author, here's to thee my good Fellow.