%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Claret-Drinkers Song; / OR, / THE GOOD-FELLOWS DESIGN. / Being a Pleasant New Song to the Times. Written by a Person of Quality. / Wine the most powerfull’st of all things on Earth, / Which stifles Cares and Sorrows in their Birth: / No Treason in it harbors, nor can Hate / Creep in where it bears sway, to hurt the State: / Though Storms grow high, so Wine is to be got, / We are secure, their Rage we value not: / The Muses cherish'd up such Nectar, sing / Eternal joy to him that loves his King. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/21/2011 30416

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R216060 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Let Caesar Live long Let Caesar Live Long Let Caesar Live Long A Pox of the Fooling and Plotting of Late, / What a pudder and stir has it kept in the State? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 82 3: 83 The Claret-Drinkers Song; / OR, / THE GOOD-FELLOWS DESIGN. / Being a Pleasant New Song to the Times. Written by a Person of Quality. / Wine the most powerfull’st of all things on Earth, / Which stifles Cares and Sorrows in their Birth: / No Treason in it harbors, nor can Hate / Creep in where it bears sway, to hurt the State: / Though Storms grow high, so Wine is to be got, / We are secure, their Rage we value not: / The Muses cherish'd up such Nectar, sing / Eternal joy to him that loves his King. 1680-1680 J. Jordan

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A Pox of the Fooling and Plotting of Late, What a pudder and stir has it kept in the State? Let the Rabble run Mad with Suspitons and Fears, Let um Scuffle and Rail till they go by the Ears; Their Grievances never shall trouble my Pate, So I but enjoy my dear Bottle at quiet. What Coxcombps were those that would ruine their case And their Necks for a Toy, a thin Wafer, and Mass? For at Tyburn they never had needed to swing, Had they been but true Subjects to drink and their King A friend and a Bottle is all my Design, Has no room for Treason thats top-ful of Wine.
I mind not the Members and makers of Laws, Let em Sit or Prorogue as his Majesty please; Let em Dam us to Woolen, Ile never repine, At my Usage when Dead, so Alive I have Wine: Yet oft in my Drink I can hardly forbear, To blame them for making my Clarret so dear. I mind not Grave Asses who Joly Debate, About Rights and Successions th[e] Trifles of State: Weve a good King already, and he deserves Laughter, That will trouble his Head with who shall come after: Come heres to his Health, and I wish he may be As free from all care and all Troubles as we.
WHat care I how Leagues with Hollanders go, Or Intreagues twixt Monsieurs or Dons for to know, What concerns it my drinking if Cities be fold, If the Conquerer takes them by Storming or Gold; From whence Claret comes is the place that I mind, And when the Fleets coming, I pray for a Wind. The Bully of France that aspires to Renown, By dull cutting of Throats, and by ventring his own: Let him fight till hes ruind, make Matches, and Treat: To afford us still News, the dull Coffee-house cheat: Hes but a brave Wretch, whilst that I am more free, More safe, and a thousand times happier then he. In spight of him, or the Pope, or the Devil, Or Faggot, or Fire, or the worst of Hells evil: I still will drink Healths to the Lovers of Wine, Those jovial brisk Blades that do never repine; Ile drink in Defiance of Napkin or Halter, Tho Religion turn round still, yet mine shall ner alter. But a Health to Good-fellows shall still be my care, And whilst wine it holds out we no bumpers will spare; Ile subscribe to Petitions for nothing but Claret, That that may be cheap heres both my hands for it; Tis my Province, and with it I only am pleasd, With the rest scolding Wives let poor Cuckolds appease No doubt tis the best of all Drinks, or so soon It ner had been chose by the Man in the Moon; Who drinks nothing else both by night and by day, But Claret, brisk Claret, as most people say: Whilst Glasses brim full to the Stars they go round, which makes them shine bryter with red juice still crown[d] For all things in nature does live by good Drinking, And hes a dull Fool and not worthy my thinking, That does not prefer it before all the Treasure The Indies contain, or the Sea without measure: Tis the Life of Good-fellows, for without it they pine, When nought can revive um but Brimmers of Wine. I know the refreshments that still it does bring, Which have oftentimes made me as great as a King; In the midst of his Armies, where ere he is found, Whilst the Bottles and Glasses Ive mustered round: Who are Bacchuss Warriors a Conquest will gain, Without the least Bloodshed of Wounded or slain. Then heres a good health to all those that love Peace, Let Plotters be damnd, and all Quarrels now cease; Let me but have Wine, and I care for no more, Tis a Treasure sufficient, theres none can be poor, That has Bacchus tos friend, for he laughs at all harm Whilst with high-proofed Claret he does himself Arm.
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