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<HEAD>THE QUATORSE, OR THE Sorrowful Lamentation of the <HI>Pre&s;ton</HI> Gentlemen in the Pre&s;s-yard, for the Lo&s;s of <HI>P. W.</HI> Made by the Author, while he was playing at Picket.</HEAD>
<OPENER>In Imitation of <HI>Habby Sim&s;on.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>THE Pre&s;s-yard now may cry Alace,</L>
<L>For &s;he has lo&s;t her greate&s;t Grace,</L>
<L>And all within that di&s;mal Place</L>
<L>Them&s;elves bemoan;</L>
<L>Not one can &s;hew a cheerful Face.</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now wha &s;hall Play <HI>Corellis'</HI> Airs:</L>
<L>Make Tables Dance with Stools and Chairs</L>
<L>Like Lads and La&s;&s;es at our Fairs,</L>
<L>As oft he's done?</L>
<L>But now Alace w' have no &s;uch Play'rs,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such Skill he had in Mu&s;icks Arts</L>
<L>So exqui&s;itely play'd his Parts,</L>
<L>That oft he made more bleeding Hearts</L>
<L>With's Bow alone,</L>
<L>Than <HI>Cupid</HI> with Ten Thou&s;and Darts;</L>
<L>But now he's gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Pere</HI> &s;taid, we were re&s;ign'd</L>
<L>No murm'ring then, not one repin'd</L>
<L>Altho' like Thieves we were confin'd</L>
<L>To th' middle Stone.</L>
<L>But wha can Ea&s;e the troubl'd Mind,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone?</L>
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<LG>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Pere</HI> &s;taid we fear'd no Evil,</L>
<L>From fawning <HI>Row&s;s</HI> or &s;urly <HI>Revell.</HI></L>
<L>Both then were grown mo&s;t wondrous Civil</L>
<L>By Mu&s;ick won;</L>
<L>But now begin to play the Devil,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Captain too by Nature rough</L>
<L>As Grenadier girt up in Buff;</L>
<L>As &s;mooth as Silk, or &s;ofte&s;t Stuff</L>
<L>He then was grown;</L>
<L>But now he's turn'd Moro&s;e and Gruff,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When doom'd to die was bonny Wood end,</L>
<L>And likely was to make no good end,</L>
<L>In&s;tead of <HI>Paul,</HI> he did attend,</L>
<L>His Tunes alone</L>
<L>Could rai&s;e the drooping Heart of's Friend</L>
<L>But now he's gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Mu&s;ick all from Ills protected,</L>
<L>And cured tho&s;e with Plague infected;</L>
<L>So &s;weetly he each Note di&s;&s;ected</L>
<L>With &s;prightly Tone:</L>
<L>But now Alace 'tis all neglected,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O wa is me! quoth, <HI>Thomas Riddell,</HI></L>
<L>My Mu&s;ick now mu&s;t all lie idle</L>
<L>For want of <HI>Pere</HI>'s Pipe and Fiddle.</L>
<L>With grief and moan</L>
<L>My farting Pipe is bur&s;t i'th' middle,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Pere,</HI> who could my Mirth enhance,</L>
<L>And make my Dog and me to Dance,</L>
<L>Or rai&s;e me from the deadly Trance,</L>
<L>When cold as Stone.</L>
<L>O wa is me unhappy Chance!</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When e'er we met for to be Cheary,</L>
<L>Wha could divert us, Wha but <HI>Pere?</HI></L>
<L>So Blyth he was, &s;o Bri&s;k and Airy,</L>
<L>'Twas he alone,</L>
<L>And only he could make us Merry,</L>
<L>But now he's gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ay when he barked like the Dogs</L>
<L>The Geitlings leap'd and &s;kip'd like Frogs,</L>
<L>Or Iri&s;h tripping o'er the Bogs.</L>
<L>But now ther's none</L>
<L>That can divert the little Rogues,</L>
<L>Sen <HI>Pere</HI>'s gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He did not much delight to Scribble,</L>
<L>As &s;ome, who when at witt they Nibble;</L>
<L>But as for Pun, or quarter Quibble,</L>
<L>out done by none.</L>
<L>To vie with him no Man was able;</L>
<L>But now he's gone.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Pere</HI> who was without compare;</L>
<L>The Lo&s;s of him what Man can bear,</L>
<L>And not let fall a mournful Tear?</L>
<L>In &s;adde&s;t Tone,</L>
<L>Let all his Friends their Grief declare,</L>
<L>Sen he is gone.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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