Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Song: To all lovers of music, performers and scrapers,...

by Henry Purcell . A Catch for Three voices , in C minor

Text:

To all lovers of music, performers and scrapers,
to those that love catches, play tunes and cut capers,
with a new catch I greet you, and though I say that shouldn’t,
like a fiddle, ’tis music, though the words are but wooden,
but my brother John Playford and I shall present you,
e’er long with a book, I presume will content you,
’tis true we know well the sale of good music,
but to hear us perform would make him sick or you sick,
my maggot man Sam, at the first Temple gate,
will further inform you, if not, my wife Kate,
from between the two devils near Temple bar,
I rest your friend and servant, John Carr.

This song in sources:

UofG Library ASC R.c.5 (coll.1)

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Version 8e32e8d8d4ff87611fd1ef7b6f028a335f89012d (2021-10-22T17:00:34+01:00)