Catches, canons and drinking songs
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“Silence, ye Jades, zounds!
what a pother, Lucy come here,
a word in your ear,
tell the bold vixen you know her mother,”
“Learn, creature, of me, your passion to smother,
each insolent air,
’twere wisdom to spare,
I shall but expose you: I know your mother,”
“Take care of your nose, or I’ll give it a twitch,
take care though, I am a punk
and more than half drunk,
my mother’s a woman of honour, you bitch.”