Catches, canons and drinking songs
“Come boys, come, let’s merry be
and laugh with mirth and glee,
what means that melancholy air,
we’re free from love and free from care,”
“Ah! your mirth is all in vain,
alas! to ease my lovesick pain,
proud Celia drives me to despair,
such charms, such scorn, what heart can bear?”
“Hang the Jade, the fellow’s mad,
ha! see how he sighs and looks so sad,
no more pursue the peevish lass
but gayly quaff the flowing glass.”