Пёрселл Генри - Upon the Viol, a Catch - текст песни (слова)

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To all Lovers of Musick, Performers and Scapers,  
to those that love Catches, play tunes and cut Capers. 
With a New Catch I greet you and thou I say it that Shouldn't. 
Like a Fiddle, 'tis musick tho the words are but wood 'n: 
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But my Brother John Playford and I shall present you,  
e'er long with a Book, I presume will content you.  
'Tis true we know well the sale of good musick,  
But to hear us perform woud make him sick or you sick. 
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My maggot Man Sam, at the first Temple Gate,  
will further inform you, if not my Wife Kate, 
From between the two devils near Temple Bar, 
I rest your Friend and servant John Carr.