The Legend of the Famous, Furious, Expert, and Valiant Gittar-Masters Caveliero Comer, and Don Hill

You, that love to read the Tracts,
Of tall Fellows Fights, and Facts,
In this Song will hear a wonder,
How two Fiddlers fell asunder,
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Comer had the first abuse,
Which admitted no excuse;
But, since Hill so ill did treat him,
Dick, in wrath, resolv'd to beat him,
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Straight a Broom-staff was prepar'd,
Which Don Hill no little scar'd;
But he resolv'd if Dick did bast him,
That his patience should out-last him.
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Whilst (good Christian) thus he me'nt,
To despise his punishment,
And first to appease his Foe send,
Loe! in sight, was Dick's fierce Nose-end;
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Whom, in terrour, Hill did ask,
If he durst perform his task,
Dick, in wrath, reply'd, God dam me!
To that purpose now come am I,
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And withal, with main, and might,
Up he trips this proper Knight,
And with such fury he quel'd Hill,
That to the Ground he level'd Hill;
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This shews Musick discord has,
Which the cause of this War was,
And, that Hill 's beaten, is a token,
That their string of Friendship's broken;
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Now behold! this mortal cause,
Is referr'd to Harry Laws,
And since he's beaten Hill does tell tho,
Law shall give him salve for's Elbow.
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