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BAcchus the father of drunken Nowls, Full Mazers, Beakers, Glasses, bowls, Greasie Flapdragons, Flemish upsie freeze, With health s[t]apd in arms upon naked knees Of all his wines he makes you tasters, So you tipple like bumbasters. Drink till you reel a welcome he doth give, O how the boon Claret makes you live? Not a Painter purer colour shows than whats laid on by Claret, Pearl and Ruby doth set out the Nose, when thin small beer doth mar it, Rich wine is good, it heats the blood, it makes an old man lusty, The Young to brawl, and the Drawers call, before being too much musty. Whether you drink all or little, Pot it so your selves to whittle, Then though twelve a Clock it be, Yet all the way go roaring, If the band of bills cry stand, Swear that you must a Who-- Such Gambols, such tricks, such fegaries, We fetch though we touch no Canaries: Drink wine till the Welkin roars, And cry out a pox of your Scores. In wine we call for bawdy Jiggs, Catzoes, Rumbillows, whirligigs, Campo get in Huff Cap vain,
The Devil in the places you wot were raign, Brave wine it thus tickles our Heels, Mulld well in wine none sorrow feels, Our Moon-man & his powder-beef mad crew Thus caper thro the liquor sweet turnip drew, Round about over tables and joint stools lets dance with naked Rapiers, Cut the Fidle-strings, and then like fools kick out the fum fum scrapers, There is no sound that cares can wound, as lids of wine-pots clinking, Theres no such sport, when all amort, men cry lets fall to drinking; O tis nappy Geer, Would each belly was filled here, Herrings pickled must be tickled, Down to draw the liquor, The salt Sammon and fat Gammon, Makes our wine drink quicker, Our Man in the Moon drinks Clarret, With powder-beef turnep and carret, If he doth so, why should not you, Drink until the Sky looks blew. Hey for a turn thus above Ground, O my Noddle too heavy doth weigh, Metheglin, Perry, Sider, nor strong ale, Are half so heavy, be they nere so stale: Wine in our Guts can never rumble, Down now and then tho it make us tumble; Yet scrambling up a Drunkard feels no pain, but crys Sirrah boy, tother pottle again, We can drink no more unless we have full pipes of Trinnidado, Give us the best it keeps our brains more warm than does freezado. It makes us sing and cry hey ding, And laugh when Pipes lie broken, For which to pay at going away, we scorn a Mustard token; Never curse the sawcy Score, Out-swear the bar youll pay no more; in these daies he is no Gallant That cannot puff and swagger, though he dare not kill a sheep, Yet out must flie his dagger: If then you do love my Hosts Clarret, Fat powder-beef, turnip and carret, Come again and again, And still welcome Gentlemen.
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