Thomas D'Urfey's Pills to purge melancholy : Lewd songs and low ballads from the 18th century.

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Bibliographic Details
Corporate author / creator:City Waites (Musical group)
Imprint:Wotton-Under-Edge, England : Saydisc, p1990.
Description:1 online resource (1 sound file).
Language:English
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Format: E-Resource Streaming Audio Music recording Audio
URL for this record:http://pi.lib.uchicago.edu/1001/cat/bib/9304566
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Other title:Pills to purge melancholy.
Other uniform titles:D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. Wit and mirth, or pills to purge melancholy.
Skeaping, Roddy.
Notes:For voice with ensemble of various period instruments.
The City Waits [sic] (Lucie Skeaping, Richard Wistreich, singers ; Roderick Skeaping, strings, voice ; Mike Brain, winds, voice ; Robin Jeffrey, lutes, voice). Directed by Roderick Skeaping.
Description based on hard copy version record.
Other form:Source record: City Waites (Musical group). Thomas D'Urfey's Pills to purge melancholy. Wotton-Under-Edge, England : Saydisc, p1990
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Publisher's no.:CDSDL382 Saydisc
Table of Contents:
  • Sometimes I am a tapster new
  • Honest shepher'd, since you're poor
  • Blowzabella my bouncing doxie
  • As oyster nan stood by her tub
  • There was a lass of Islington
  • Poor Celia once was very fair
  • Oh fie! What mean I foolish maid
  • What life can compare with the jolly town rakes
  • I hate a fop that at his glass
  • Would ye have a young virgin of fifteen years
  • Weep all ye nymphs, your floods unbind
  • A soldier and a sailor, a tinker and a taylor
  • Then jockey wou'd a wooing away
  • With my strings of small wire lo I come
  • How vile are the sordid intrigues of the town
  • Like a ring without a finger
  • Through the cold shady woods
  • When for air I take my mare
  • Young Collin, cleaving of a beam
  • One Sunday at St. James's prayers
  • There was an old woman liv'd under a hill
  • Oh! my panting, panting heart
  • Now listen a while, and I will tell
  • Oh mother, Roger with his kisses
  • Do not rumple my top-knot
  • Come jug, my honey, let's to bed.