Catches, canons and drinking songs
Come hither Tom and make up three,
and sing this catch with me,
though the tune be old,
I dare be bold,
’tis good if we all agree,
so now comes in my noble Jack,
keep time upon his back,
if he miss, I declare,
I’ll pull him by the ear
until I do hear it crack,
now listen to the bass,
for he will us disgrace,
I fear the lout
will soon be out,
he makes such an ugly face.