taker  a merry song, but t of Little Britain, is bully agstaff ors ock of   songs and jokes, ion to generation as tle fello belly, a red face  merry eye, and a little s t o sing ;Confession of Fait; ;Gammer Gurtons Needle.quot; , to be sure, ions, as  from  anding favorite at t ten; nay,  en  before ty and gentry at Cmas mummeries, ain s glory.*

    * As mine  of t be familiar to ty of readers, and as it is a specimen of t songs of Little Britain, I subjoin it in its original ort table and clattering of pes.

    <span style="color:grey">But, belly, God send thee good ale ynoughe,

    <span style="color:grey">Cc.

    <span style="color:grey">Cc.

    <span style="color:grey">No tyll they nod and winke,

    <span style="color:grey">And all poore soules t have scowred bowles,

    <span style="color:grey">God save their wives,

    <span style="color:grey">Cc.

    It o , ts of merriment, tcs of  voices, reet is lined eners, o t of gazing into a confectioners eams of a cook-shop.

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