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 To morrow! our Hero reply'd, in a fright;

He that's hang,d before noon, ought to think of to-night,

Tell your beeds, quoth the prieſt, & be fairly trus'd up,

For you ſurely to night ſhall in Paradiſe ſup. etc.

Alas! quoth the 'ſquire, howe'er ſumptuous the treat,

Parblue! I ſhall have little ſtomach to eat:

I ſhould therefore eſteem it great favour and grace,

Would you be ſo kind as to go in my place. etc.

That I would quoth the Father, & thank you to boot,

But our actions, you know, with our duty muſt ſuit,

The feaſt I propos'd to you, I cannot taſte,

For this right by our Order is mark'd for a faſt. etc.

Then turning about to the hangman, he ſaid,

Diſpatch me, I pray thee, this troubleſome blade,

For my cord and thy cord doth equally tie,

And we live by the gold for which other men die.

Derry down, down, hey derry down.





YE injur'd nymphs, and ye beaux who deceive 'em,

Who with paſſion engage, & without reaſon leave 'em;

Draw near and attend, how the hero I ſing,

Was ſoil'd by a girl, though at arms he was king.

Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Creſts, motto's, ſupporters, and bearings knew he,

And deeply was ſtudy'd in old pedigree;

He would ſit a whole e'ening, and not without rapture,

Tell who begot him to the end of the chapter. etc.

In forming his tables, nought griev'd him, but ſolely,

That this man dy'd coelebs, and that fine prole;

At laſt, having trac'd other families down,

He began to have thoughts of encreaſing his own. etc.

A damſel he choſe, not too ſlow of belief,

And fain would be deem'd her admirer in chief;

He blazon'd his ſuit, and the ſum of his tail,

Was his coat and her coat, join'd party par pale. etc.