Pox on you for a fop, Z 269 (Henry Purcell)
- Editor: Raymond Nagem (submitted 2019-05-23). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 62 kB Copyright: Personal
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Title: Pox on you for a fop, Z 268
Composer: Henry Purcell
Description: One of Purcell's obscene catches, which contains imitations of belching noises. From The Second Book of the Catch Club or Merry Companions (London: John Walsh, c. 1700).
Original text and translations
Pox on you for a Fop, your Stomach too queasy.
Cannot I Belch and Fart, you Coxcomb, to ease me?
What if I let fly in your Face, and shall please ye?
Fogh, fogh, how sour he smells, now he's at it again;
Out ye Beast, I never met so nasty a Man.
I'm not able to bear it. What the Devil d'ye mean?
No less than a Caesar decree'd with great reason,
No restraint should be laid on the Bum or the Weason,
For Belching and Farting were always in season.