Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: Come, all noble souls whose skill in music’s...
Text:
Come, all noble souls whose skill in music’s art,
do join in this society to bear a part,
for in this pleasant grove we’ll sit, we’ll drink, and sing,
and imitate those cheerful birds now in the Spring,
the muses nine shall know, and all must plainly see,
our off’ring at their shrine, is love and harmony.
