The words will be the old ones, not my new verse.

You won't have to trouble about my words yet awhile." Gay ran over the titles of the old ballads--Purcell's "What shall I do to show how much I love her ?" "Grim King of the Ghosts," "Thomas I cannot," "Now ponder well ye parents dear," "Pretty parrot say," "Over the hills and far away," "Gin thou wert my ain thing," "Cease your funning," "All in the Downs." "Those are the principal songs," went on Gay.
"Yes, I know a few, but I've never heard of the others," cried Lavinia a little dismayed.

"How shall I learn the tunes ?" "You must come to my lodgings in the village and I'll play them over to you on the flute.

My friend, Dr.Arbuthnot, will be pleased to hear you sing 'em.

It will do him good--perhaps charm away his gout.