Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,



We lived one and twenty years as man and wife together,
I could not keep her longer here, she’s gone I know not whither,
but I suppose she soared above, for in the late great thunder
methought I heard her very voice rending the clouds asunder.

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