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 Sharp. Whilst wretched Fools sneak up and down, Play hide and seek about the Town; Deprest by Debts, and Fortune's Frown, By Duns to keep in awe: When ever my occasions call, And 'mongst my Creditors I fall; I've one fine Song that Pays 'em all, Fa, la, &c.

Host.  Good Morrow Sir, I'm glad to see, Your Humour is so brisk and free; I hope the better 'tis for me, If you your Purse will draw: Y'have been two Years at Bed and Board, And I, Lord help me, took your Word; But now must have what here is scor'd,             For all your Fa, la, la, la, &c.

Sharp. My Purse sweet Hostess is but lank, But I have something else in Bank; And you at Home I'll kindly thank, With charming sweet Sol fa: We'll sit and Chaunt from Morn to Noon, No Nightingale in May or June; Did ever Sing so fine a Tune, As Fa, la, la, la, la, la, &c.

Host.  You take me for an Ideot sure, Will this fine Tune my Debt secure; Or Pay my Baker and my Brewer, Or keep me from the Law: To buy your Shirts there's Money lent, Besides in Meat and Drink more spent; And can you think I pay my Rent, With Fa, la, la, la, la, la, &c.

Sharp. I'll teach thee such a pretty Song, Shall please the Rich, Poor, Old, and Young; Get thee a Husband Stout and Strong, Some Country Rich Jack-Daw: