The City Waites

Come Jug My Honey, Let's to Bed

One Sunday at St. James's Prayers

Sometimes I Am a Tapster New

I Hate a Fop That At His Glass

Down In Yon Forest: As I sat on a sunny bank / Down in yon forest / The holly and the ivy / Joseph was an old man / Cold was the day when in a garden bare (Christmas Legends)

Through the Cold Shady Woods

A Soldier and a Sailot, a Tinker and a Taylor

Poor Celia Once Was Very Fair

Do Not Rumple My Top-Knot

Then Jockey Wou'd a Wooing Away