Tune is, My Dog and I : Or, Bobbing Ione.

Ou that are of the merry Throng;
Give good attention to my Song,
Ile give you weighty reaƒons why,
'Tis made upon my Dog and I,
   My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
   'Tis made upon my Dog and I.

I of no dogged nature am,
But loving, gentle, kind and tame,
And have no bigger Family,
But only two, my [Dog] and I,
   My Dog, &c.

I liv'd at home, I liv'd at large,
A ƒingle life, and had no charge,
And if a Wench I chanced to ƒpy,
Thither went my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

I lov'd a maid her name was Nell,
A bonny Laƒs, I lov'd her well,
If you'd needs know the reaƒon why,
Becauƒe ƒhe lov'd my Dog and I.
   my Dog, &c.

My Dog and I have got a trick,
It is to cure maids when they are ƒick,
When the'r ƒick and like to die,
Then thither goes my Dog and I.
   My Dog, &c.

But if the weather prove foul and wet,
My Dog he ƒhall not wet his feet;
But if the weather prove fair and dry,
Then a whi¤ing goes my Dog and I.
   My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
   Then a whi¤ing goes my Dog and I.

F any maiden troubled be,
With over-grown Virginity,
I quickly can two Pills apply,
Concealed by my Dog and I,
   My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
   Concealed by my Dog and I.

If the Green-ƒickneƒs have po¤e¥,
A dainty dapper Damƒels b°ea¥,
Ile cure her on't immediately,
With nothing but my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

If Women are in a di¥reƒs,
By reaƒon of their Barrenneƒs,
I can a p°oper P°obe apply,
Be¥ known unto my Dog and I.
   My Dog, &c.

From fifteen until fifty I,
Can give a woman remedy,
But if they up to threeƒco°e flie,
Their's no game fo° my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

When Mars commaded, we did go,
Unto the wars in fo°ty two,
We'l never fear in field to die,
But out we'l go, my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

There was a time when Rebel rout,
did fear Prince Rupert and his Dog,
'tis dangerous when two heads comply
Eƒpecially my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

We night and day do take no re¥,
If we can hear of any fea¥,
And where good fellows I eƒpy,
There go in my Dog and I.
   My Dog, &c.

My living lies in every Nook,
My Dog is Caterer and Cook,
Fo° he at every Game can flie,
No fellow to my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

My Dog to play the Pimp is taught,
I fear 'tis many a gallants fault,
Near Hatton wall ƒuch who°es do lie,
Are fitter fo° my Dog than I,
   My Dog, &c.

Thus have we liv'd, thus have we lov'd,
And faithful to each other p°ov'd,
Whil¥ many thieves are hang'd on high,
No Law can touch my Dog and I,
   My Dog, &c.

If death do come as it may hap,
My grave ƒhall be under the Tap,
With folded arms there will we lie,
Cheek by Jowl my Dog and I,
   My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
   Cheek by Jowl my Dog and I.