%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Courtiers Health; / OR / The merry BOYES of the / TIMES / He that loves Sack, doth nothing lack, / If he but Loyal be, / He that denyes Bacchus supplyes / Shows meere Hypocrisie. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1672-1672 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/11/2011 31223

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R227031 5 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN a new Tune UNKNOWN A New Tune Come Boyes fill us a Bumper Come, Boys, Fill Us a Bumper Come Boys Fill Us a Bumper My Lodging is on the Cold ground My Lodging is on the Cold Ground; I Prithee, Love, Turn to Me My Lodging is on the Cold Ground COme boyes fill us a Bumper, / we'l make the Nation Roore, Fill the Pottles and Gallons / and bring the Hogshead in, / We'l begin with a Tallen / a brimmer to the KING. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 38 THE / Courtiers Health; / OR / The merry BOYES of the / TIMES / He that loves Sack, doth nothing lack, / If he but Loyal be, / He that denyes Bacchus supplyes / Shows meere Hypocrisie. THE Courtiers Health; OR The merry BOYES of the TIMES He that loves Sack, doth nothing lack, If he but Loyal be, He that denyes Bacchus supplyes Shows meere Hypocrisie. THE Courtiers' Health; OR The merry BOYS of the TIMES He that loves Sack, does nothing lack, If he but Loyal be, He that denies Bacchus supplies Shows mere Hypocrisy. 1672-1672 P. Brooksby

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Here she stands and fills it out amain, Says they lets have the tother Bout agan.
COme boyes fill us a Bumper, wel make the Nation Roore, Shes grown sick of a Rumper that sticks on the old score. Pox on Phanatticks rout um, they thirst for our blood, Wel Taxes raise without um, and drink for the Nations good. Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a brimmer to the KING.
Round around, fill a fresh one, let no man bawk his Wine, Wel drink to the next in Succession, and keep it in the Right Line. Bring us ten thousand glasses, the more we drink wer a dry, We mind not the beautiful Lasses whose Conquest lyes all in the eye. Charge the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a brimmer to the KING
WE Boyes are truly Loyal, for Charles wel venture all, We know his blood is Royal, his Name shall never fall. But those that seek his ruine may chance to dye before him, While we that Sack are woeing, for ever will adore him; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING, I hate those strange dissenters that strives to bawk a glass, He that at all Adventures will see what comes to pass: And let the Popish Faction disturb us if they can, They ner shall breed distraction in a true hearted man. Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING. Let the Phanatticks grumble to see things cross their grain, Wel make them now more humble or ease them of their pain: They shall drink Sack amain too or else they shall be choakt,
Wel tell um tis in vain too for us to be provokt. Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING. He that denyes the Brimmer shall banisht be in this Isle, And we will look more grimmer till he begins to smile: Wel drownd him in Canary and make him all our own, And when his Heart is merry hel drink to Charles ins Throne; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING. Quakers and Annabaptist wel sink them in a glass, He deals most plain and flattest that sayes he loves a Lass: Then tumble down Canary and let your brains go round, For he that wont be merry he cant at heart be sound; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, Wel begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING.
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