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==Original text and translations==
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::::''I''
To all Lovers of Musick, Performers and Scapers,
to those that love Catches, play tunes and cut Capers.
With a New Catch I greet you and thou I say it that Shouldn't.
Like a Fiddle, 'tis musick tho the words are but wood  'n:
 
 
::::''II''
But my Brother John Playford and I shall present you,
e'er long with a Book, I presume will content you. 
'Tis true we know well the sale of good musick,
But to hear us perform woud make him sick or you sick.
 
 
::::''III''
My maggot Man Sam, at the first Temple Gate,
will further inform you, if not my Wife Kate,
From between the two devils near Temple Bar,
I rest your Friend and servant John Carr.
 
 


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Editor: Anders Stenberg (added 2005-12-01).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 422 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: On of Three Catches on musical themes from "The Catch Club or Merry Companion...". H.Purcell: A Catch by way of an Epistle, Anon.: A Fiddler and a Fuddler, H.Purcell: Upon the Viol

General Information

Title: A Catch by way of an Epistle
Composer: Henry Purcell

Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSS
Genre: Secular, Canons
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1731-33

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Original text and translations

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I

To all Lovers of Musick, Performers and Scapers, to those that love Catches, play tunes and cut Capers. With a New Catch I greet you and thou I say it that Shouldn't. Like a Fiddle, 'tis musick tho the words are but wood 'n:


II

But my Brother John Playford and I shall present you, e'er long with a Book, I presume will content you. 'Tis true we know well the sale of good musick, But to hear us perform woud make him sick or you sick.


III

My maggot Man Sam, at the first Temple Gate, will further inform you, if not my Wife Kate, From between the two devils near Temple Bar, I rest your Friend and servant John Carr.