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S117920 2 the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune To drive the cold Winter away UNKNOWN To Drive the Cold Winter Away BE merry my hearts, and call for your quarts, / and let no liquor be lacking, SAd mellancholly will bring us to folly, / and this is deaths principall magent. for he that made one, made two. [with variation] for he that made seven, made eight. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 150 1: 151 A Health to all Good-Fellowes: / OR, / The good Companions Arithmaticke. A Health to all Good-Fellowes: OR, The good Companions Arithmaticke. A Health to all Good Fellows: OR, The good Companions Arithmetic. 1601-1601 Henry Gossen

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BE merry my hearts, and call for your quarts, and let no liquor be lacking, We have gold in store, we purpose to roare, untill we set care a packing. Then Hostis make haste, and let no time waste, let every man have his due, To save shooes and trouble, bring in the pots double for he that made one, made two. Ile drinke up my drinke, and speak what I thinke, strong drinke will make us speake truely, We cannot be termed, all drunkards confirmed, so long as we are not unruly, Weele drinke and be civill, intending no evill, if none be offended at me, As I did before, so Ile adde one more, and he that made two, made three. The greedy Curmudgin, sits all the day snudging, at home with browne bread and small beare, To Coffer up wealth, he starveth himselfe, scarce eats a good meale in a yeare, But Ile not do so, how ere the world go, so long as I have money in store, I scorne for to faile, go fill us more Ale, for he that made three, made foure.
Why sit you thus sadly, because I call madly; I meane not to leave in the lurch, My reckoning Ile pay, ere I go away, else hang me as high as a Church, Perhaps you will say this is not the way, they must pine that in this world will thrive, No matter for that, weele laugh and be fat, for he that made foure, made five. To those my good friends, my love so extends, I cannot truely expresse it: When with you I meet, your words are so sweet, I am unwilling to misse it, I hate all base slaves, that their money saves, and all those that use base tricks, For with joviall blades, Im as mery as the maids and he that made five, made six. Then drinke about round, till sorrow be dround, and let us sing hey downe a derry, I cannot endure to sit thus demure, for hether I came to be merry: Then plucke up a good heart, before we depart, with my Hostesse we will make even, For I am set a madding, and still will be adding, for he that made six, made seven.
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SAd mellancholly will bring us to folly, and this is deaths principall magent, But this course I will take, it never shall make, me looke otherwise then an agent, And in more content, my time shall be spent, and Ile pay every man his right, Then Hostesse go fill, and stand not so still, for he that made seven, made eight. At home I confesse, with my wife honest Besse, I practise, good husbandry well. I followed my calling, to keepe me from falling, my neighbours about me that dwell, Wil praise me at large, for maintaining my charge but when I to drinking incline, I scorne for to shrinke, go fetch us more drinke, for he that made eight, made nine. Then while we are here weele drinke Ale & Beer, and freely our money weele spend, Let no man take care, for paying his share, if need be Ile pay for my friend, Then Hostesse make haste, and let no time waste, youre welcome all kind Gentlemen: Never feare to carowse, while there is beere in the house, for he that made nine, made ten.
Then Hostesse be quicker, and bring us more liquor and let no attendance be missing, I cannot content me, to see the pot empty, a full cup is well worth the kissing, Then Hostesse go fetch us some, for till you do come we are of all joyes bereaven, You know what I meane, make haste come again, for he that made ten, made eleven. With merry sollaces, quite voyd of all malice, with honest good fellowes thats here, No cursing nor swearing, no staring nor tearing, amongst us do see me to appeare, When we have spent all, to labour we fall, for a living weele dig or weele delve. Determind to be, both bouteous and free, he that made eleven, made twelve. Now I thinke it is fit, and most requisit, to drinke a health to our wives, The which being done, weele pay and be gone, strong drinke all our wits now deprives: Then Hostesse lets know, the summe that we owe, twelve-pence there is for certaine, Then fill tother pot, and heres money fort for he that made twelve, made thirteene.
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