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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|English|
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.}}


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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
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Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: 3 equal voices

Genre: SecularCanon

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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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).

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Original text and translations

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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.