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NYWJ.737.021
25 Jul 1737:12 (194)
[A Dialogue]
E. Sings.__
Toby a dog of sport, Oh hone, oh hone,
To whom all paid a court, Oh hone, oh hone,
Doth now neglected range,
And feels a wretched change,
Is this not very strange? Oh hone, oh hone.
. . . [40 lines]
D. Oh hone, oh hone, a doleful dull ditty, tho' fashionable.
A. Not so fashionable as you think perhaps.--But has no body
any thing better than that dull thing?
B. I have something you may make a song of if you please,
but I have no tune to it.
C. That may be something new; -- come let's have it.
B. As stormy winds disturb the calmest sea,
And make the waters rave and mutiny,
with foaming billows high as mountains rise
And roaring threat invasion to the skies:
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F. This is span new, and deserves a bottle of wine.-- Come
landlord, a bottle and to pay' no more politicks to night.
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