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1. A pox of this fooling and plotting of late

First Line:: A pox of this fooling and plotting of late
Last Line:: This is the profession that never will alter
Author:: Thomas Brown (Speculation) & John Oldham (Absolute)
DMI number:: 13259

2. A pox on the jailer and on his fat jowl

First Line:: A pox on the jailer and on his fat jowl
Last Line:: And make our cold iron cry clink in the close
DMI number:: 43864

3. A wretch had committed all manner of evil

First Line:: A wretch had committed all manner of evil
Last Line:: But all yesterday I was drunk with October
DMI number:: 7681

4. Dear Tom this brown jug that now foams with mild ale

First Line:: Dear Tom this brown jug that now foams with mild ale
Last Line:: So here's to my lovely sweet Nan of the vale
Author:: Francis Fawkes (Absolute)
DMI number:: 31765

5. Dear Ned let us taste the true pleasures of wine

First Line:: Dear Ned let us taste the true pleasures of wine
Last Line:: But fail not to meet thy old friend at the George
DMI number:: 17743

6. Let us drink let us drink our old cider away

First Line:: Let us drink let us drink our old cider away
Last Line:: To empty your glass let us drink let us drink
DMI number:: 25082

7. Let us sing and be merry dance joke and rejoice

First Line:: Let us sing and be merry dance joke and rejoice
Last Line:: Will all come to nothing an hundred years hence
DMI number:: 11790

8. I would not always the same odours prove

First Line:: I would not always the same odours prove
Last Line:: But for the sweet vicissitude of night
DMI number:: 10311

9. Pale faces stand by and our bright ones adore

First Line:: Pale faces stand by and our bright ones adore
Last Line:: He that sits for his picture must sit a good while
DMI number:: 24613

10. Says my lord to his cook you son of a punk

First Line:: Says my lord to his cook you son of a punk
Last Line:: So for fear I should miss it I'm drunk every day
DMI number:: 18320