Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Text: To all lovers of music‥


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.

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