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621. Ye fools come hither both aged and young

First Line:
Ye fools come hither both aged and young
Last Line:
So welcome dear brother to our company
DMI number:
10512

622. Ye freeholders all pray attend to my song

First Line:
Ye freeholders all pray attend to my song
Last Line:
That you mayn't vote against em they'll beat out their brains
DMI number:
24420

623. Ye freeholding rabble attend to my song

First Line:
Ye freeholding rabble attend to my song
Last Line:
And huzza my brave boys for the lord and Sir John
DMI number:
33344

624. Ye gallants of Newgate whose fingers are nice

First Line:
Ye gallants of Newgate whose fingers are nice
Last Line:
And every man round me may rob if he please
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation) & John Gay (Confident)
DMI number:
2311

625. Ye gallants of Newgate whose fingers are nice

First Line:
Ye gallants of Newgate whose fingers are nice
Last Line:
And every man round me rob if he please
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Speculation) & John Gay (Absolute)
DMI number:
15421

626. Ye gossips who blab out the secrets of state

First Line:
Ye gossips who blab out the secrets of state
Last Line:
My chimes are all out I must henceforth be mum
Author:
George Alexander Stevens (Absolute)
DMI number:
32839

627. You fair ones all at liberty

First Line:
You fair ones all at liberty
Last Line:
In happier days to win your love | With a fa la &c
DMI number:
9333

628. You freeholders all that love English beer

First Line:
You freeholders all that love English beer
Last Line:
For we all adore em and so does the king
DMI number:
38362

629. You have all heard no doubt of the devil at Lincoln

First Line:
You have all heard no doubt of the devil at Lincoln
Last Line:
That dare for the future shout down with the rump
DMI number:
24198

630. You lads and you lasses that live at long let

First Line:
You lads and you lasses that live at long let
Last Line:
Let him first make a better or kiss my bum fiddle | Derry down down and hey derry down
Author:
Anne Finch [nee Kingsmill] (Speculation)
DMI number:
12087