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Near a nymph with an urn, that divides the highway
And into a puddle throws mother of tea.
Derry down, &c.

XVI.

Come here, my sweet landlady, pray, how d'ye do ?
Where is Cicily fo cleanly, and Prudence, and Sue?
And where is the widow that dwelt here below?
And the oftler that fung about eight years ago? 94
Derry down, &c.

XVII.

And where is your filter, fo mild and fo dear?
Whofe voice to her maids like a trumpet was clear.
By my troth, the replies, you grow younger I think;
And pray, Sir, what wine does the gentleman drink? 68
Derry down, &c.
XVIII.

Why now let me die, Sir, or live upon trust,
If I know to which question to answer you first :
Why things fince I faw you most strangely have vary'd :
The ofther is hang'd, and the widow is marry'd.
Derry down, &c.

XIX.

And Prue left a child for the parifh to nurse,
And Cicily went off with a gentleman's purfe;
And as to my fifter, fo mild and fo dear,

She has lain in the church yard full many a year.
Derry down, &c.

XX.

Well, peace to her afhes; what fignifies grief?
She roafted red veal, and the powder'd lean beef;
Full nicely the knew to cook up a fine dish,
For tough were her pullets and tender her fish.
Derry down, &c.

XXI.

For that matter, Sir, be ye 'fquire, knight, or lord,
I'll give you whate'er a good inn can afford:
I fhould look on myself as unhappily sped
Did I yield to a fifter or living or dead.

Derry down, &c.

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XXII.

Of mutton a delicate neck and a breast,
Shall fwim in the water in which they were dreft;
And because you great folks are with rarities taken,
Addle-eggs fhall be next course, toft up with rank bacon.
Derry down, &c

XXIII.

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Then fupper was ferv'd, and the fheets they were laid,
And Morley most lovingly whisper'd the maid.
The maid! was fhe handfome? why, truly fo fo:
But what Morley whisper'd we never shall know.
Derry down, &c.

XXIV.

Then up rose these heroes as brisk as the fun,
And their horfes, like his, were prepared to run : 94
Now when in the morning Matt ask'd for the score,
John kindly had paid it the ev'ning before.

Derry down, &c.

XXV.

Their breakfaft fo warm, to be fure they did eat,
A cuftom in travellers mighty difcreet:

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And thus with great friendship and glee they went on To find out the place you shall hear of anon,

Called Down, Down, hey derry down.

XXVI.

But what did they talk of from morning till noon? Why, of spots in the fun, and the inan in the moon ; Of the Czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the city, The wife men of Greece, and the Secret Committee. Derry down, &c.

XXVII.

So to Harlow they came; and hey, where are you all? Shew us into the parlour, and mind when I call: 106 Why, your maids have no motion, your men have no Well, Master, I hear you have bury'd your wife. [life; Derry down, &c.

XXVIII.

Come this very inftant, take care to provide

Tea, fugar, and toast, and a horse and a guide. 110

Are the Harrisons here, both the old and the young? And where ftands fair Down, the delight of my song. Derry down, &c.

XXIX.

O'fquire, to the grief of my heart I may fay

I have bury'd two wives fince you travell'd this way; And the Harrisons both may be presently here; 115 And Down ftands, I hink, where it ftood the last year. Derry down, &c.

XXX.

Then Joan brought the tea-pot, and Caleb the toast, And the wine was froth'd out by the hand of mine But we clear'd our extempore banquet fo faft, [hoft; That the Harrisons both were forgot in the halte. 120 Derry down, &c.

XXXI.

Now hey for Down-Hall; for the guide he was got;
The chariot was mounted, the horfes did trot;
The guide he did bring us a dozen miles round;
But, oh all in vain, for no Down could be found.
Derry down, &c.

XXXII.

O thou Popish guide, thou hast led us aftray.
Says he, How the devil fhould I know the way?
I never yet travell'd this road in my life;
But Down lies on the left I was told by my wife.
Derry down, &c.

XXXIII.

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Thy wife, anfwer'd Matthew, when she went abroad, Ne'er told thee of half the by-ways she had trod; 130 Perhaps the met friends, and brought pence to thy But thou shalt go home without ever a fous. [house, Derry down, &c.

XXXIV.

What is this thing, Morley, and how can you mean it?
We have loft our ftate here before we have feen it:
Have patience, foft Morley, in anger, reply'd;
To find out our way let us fend off our guide.
Derry down, &c.

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XXXV.

O here I fpy Down: caft your eye to the weft, Where a windmill fo ftately ftands plainly confeft. On the weft! reply'd Matthew, no windmill I find ; As well thou may'ft tell me I fee the west wind. Derry down, &c.

XXXVI.

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Now pardon me, Morley, the windmill I spy,
But, faithful Achates, no houfe is there nigh: [blind;
Look again, fays mild Morley, Gadzooks, you are
The mill ftands before and the house lies behind, 144
Derry down, &c.

XXXVII.

O now a low ruin'd white fhed I difcern,
Until'd and unglaz'd, I believe 'tis a barn.
A barn! why you rave; 'tis a house for a 'squire,
A justice of peace, or a knight of our shire
Derry down, &c.

XXXVIII.

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A houfe fhould be built or with brick or with stone,
Why, 'tis plafter and lath, and I think that's all one ;
And fuch as it is it has ftood with great fame,
Been called a Hall, and has given its name,

To Down, Down, hey derry down.

XXXIX.

O Morley, O Morley, if that be a hall,

The fame with a building will fuddenly fall

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With your friend Jemmy Gibbs about buildings agree, My bus'nefs is land, and it matters not me.

Derry down, &c.

XL.

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I wish you could tell what a deuce your head ails;
I fhew'd you Down-Hall, did you look for Verfailles?
Then take houfe and farm as John Ballet will let ye,
For better for worfe, as I took my dame Betty.

Derry down, &c.

XLI.

And now, Sir, a word to the wife is enough;
You'll make very little of all your old stuff;

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And to build at your age, by my troth, you grow
fumple,
Are you young and rich, like the master of Wimple ?*
Derry down, &c.

XLII.

If you have thefe whims of apartments and gardens, From twice fifty acres you'll ne'er fee five farthings; And in your's I fhall find the true gentleman's fate, Ere you finish your house you'll have spent your estate. Derry down, &c.

XLIII.

Now let us touch thumbs, and be friends ere we part.
Here, John, is my thumb, and here, Mat, is my heart :
To Halftead, I fpeed, and you go back to town;
Thus ends, the first part of the ballad of Down.

Derry down, down, hey derry down.

SONGS SET TO MUSIC.

BY THE MOST EMINENT MASTERS.
I. SET BY MR. ABEL.

READING ends in melancholy,

Wine breeds vices and difeafes,

Wealth is but care, and love but folly,

Only friendship truly pleases.

My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly,
Farewell all if friendship ceases.

WHIT

II. SET BY MR. PURCEL.

HITHER would my passion run ?
Shall I fly her, or pursue her?

Lofing her I am undone,

Yet would not gain her to undo her.
II.

Ye tyrants of the human breast,
Love and Reafon, ceafe your war,
And order Death to give me reft,
So each will equal triumph share.

* Edward, late Earl of Oxford.

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