Purcell: Pox On You Dante Ferrara

(Henry Purcell, 1693) from the CD Bazimakoo by Dante Ferrara Lyrics: Pox on you for a fop, your stomach s 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 decreed with great reason, no restraint should be laid on the bum or the