ug of Beer,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear,
hear, hear,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear.

But that which concern'd me more than the rest,
My Money it was gone, and she'd needs have me Prest;
Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a Passion flew,
And ever since I do abhor the Canting Crew,
Crew, Crew,
And ever since I do abhor the canting Crew.

Now having replenish'd my Stock once again,
My Hostess and Daughter I vow to refrain
Their Company quite, and betake my self to a Wife,
With whom I hope to live a sober Life,
Life, Life,
With whom I hope to live a sober Life.

Then in came a Damsel as fresh as a Rose,
He gave her a Kiss, and began for to close,
In Courting, and said, canst love an honest Tar,
Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far,
Far, far,
Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far.

His offer was noble, his Guineas was good,
And therefore the innocent Maid never stood
To make a Denial, but granted his Request,
And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest.
Blest, blest,
And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest.

CUPID'S _Courtesie._

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Through the cold shady Woods,
As I was ranging,
I heard the pretty Birds,
Notes sweetly changing:
Down by the Meadow's side,
There runs a River
A little Boy I spy'd
With Bow and Quiver.

Little Boy tell me why
Thou art here diving?
Art thou some Run-away;
And hast no abiding?
I am no Run-away,
_Venus_ my Mother,
She gave me leave to play,
When I came hither.

Little Boy go with me,
And be my servant,
I will take care to see
For thy preferment:
If I with thee should go,
_Venus_ would chide me,
And take away my Bow,
And never abide me.

Little Boy let me know,
What's thy Name termed,
That thou dost wear a Bow,
And go so arm'd:
You may perceive the same,
With often changing;
_Cupid_ it is my Name,
I live by ranging.

If _Cupid_ be thy Name,
That shoot at Rovers;
I have heard of thy Fame,
By wounded Lovers:
Should any languish that
Are set on fire;
By such a naked Brat,
I much admire.

If thou dost but the least,
At my Laws grumble;
I'll pierce thy stubborn breast,
And make thee humble,
If I with Golden Dart,
Wound thee but surely,
There's no Physitians Art,
Tha