l, there's none happier can be.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

The _Caffalier_ was gone, and the _Roundhead_ he was come,
Was the greatest Blessing under the Sun;
Before the Devil in Hell sally'd out, and ript the Placket of Letter,
Ay, and take her Money too,
_Cot bless hur Master_ Roundhead, _and send hur well to do._

Now hur can go to _Shrewsperry_ her Flannel for to sell,
Hur can carry a creat sharge of Money about hur,
Thirty or Forty Groats lap'd in a _Welsh_ Carter,
Ay, and think hur self rich too,
_Cot bless_, &c.

Now hur can coe to Shurch, or hur can stay at home,
Hur can say hur _Lord's Prayer_, or hur can let it alone:
Hur can make a Prayer of hur own Head, lye with hur Holy Sister,
Ay, and say a long Crace too,
_Cot bless_, &c.

But yet for all the great Cood that you for hur have done,
Would you wou'd made Peace with our King, and let hur come home,
Put off the Military Charge, Impost, and Excise,
Ay, and free Quarter too.
_Then Cot shall bless you Master_ Roundhead, _and send hur well to do._

_A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ CROSS. _Set by Mr._ JEREMIAH CLARK.

[Music]

Divine _Astrea_ hither flew,
To _Cynthia's_ brighter Throne;
She left the Iron World below,
To bless the Silver Moon:
_She left the Iron World below,_
_To bless the Silver Moon._

Tho' _Phoebus_ with his hotter Beams,
Do's Gold in Earth Create;
That leads those wretches to Extreams,
Of Av'rice, Lust, and Hate.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Surpriz'd Lovers. _Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by
Mr._ BOWMAN.

[Music]

When first I saw her charming Face,
Her taking Shape and moving Grace;
My Rosie Cheeks, my Rosie Cheeks did glow with heat,
My Heart and my Pulse did beat, beat, beat,
My Heart and my Pulse did beat;
I wish'd for a, I wish'd for a, do you, do you guess what,
Do you guess what makes Soldiers fight,
Soldiers Fight, and States-men Plot.

Subdues us all in every thing,
And makes, makes a Subject of a King;
Still she deny'd, and I reply'd,
Away she flew, I did pursue,
At last I catch'd her fast;
But oh! had you seen, but oh! had you seen,
Had you seen what had past between;
Oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear,
I fear, I fear, I have spoil'd her Wast.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ AKEROYD.

[Music]

The _Devil_ he pull'd of his Jacket of Flame,
The _Fryer_ he pull'd off his Cowle;
The _Devil_ took him for a Dunce of the Game,
And the _Fryer_ took him for a Foo