Catches, canons and drinking songs
“My heart, once as light as a feather,
will now, alas! scarce hang together,
O love, thou hast rent it in twain,”
“Sweet Jenny, how canst thou endure it?”
(quoth Thomas), “I’m ready to cure it,
my needle will stitch it amain,”
She yielding with little persuasion,
young Thomas performed th’operation,
she cried, “it will do once again!”