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6. And now ye youngſters every where,
who want to make a ſhow,
Take heed in time, nor vainly hope,
for happineſs below.
What you may fancy pleaſure here,
is but an empty name,
For girls, and friends, and books alſo,
you'll find them all the fame.
Then be advis’d and warning take,
from ſuch a man as me:
I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal,
nor one of high degree:
You'll find pleaſure ev'ry where,
then do as I have done:
Even tune your pipe, and pleaſe yourſelf,
with John of Badenyon.
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Sir. JOHN BARLEYCORN.
THere was three knights came from the North,
and ſtrove for Victory,
And they did make a ſolemn vow,
that Barleycorn ſhould die.
They plow'd him down with plow-irons,
put plow-clots on his head,
And then they made a ſolemn vow,
that Barleycorn was dead.
As he lay ſleeping in the ground,
'till rain from ſky did fall,
Then Sir John Barleycorn roſe up,
and fore amaz'd them all.
