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R180343 1 the same tune Gray's Inn Mask The Same Tune BAcchus the Father of drunken Nowles, / Full Mazers Beakers Glasses bowles Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 207 The Man in the Moon drinks Claret, [printed with Euing 1.248] The Man in the Moon drinks Claret, The man in the moon drinks claret, 1658-1658 F. Coles T. Vere, and W Gilbertson

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BAcchus the Father of drunken Nowles, Full Mazers Beakers Ghasses bowles Greasie Flapdragons flemish Upsie freeze With healths stabd 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, then whats laid on by Claret Pearl and ruby both 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 Drawers up call, before being too much musty. Whether you drink all or little, Pot it so your selves you whitle, Then though twelve A clock it be Yet all the way go roaring, If the band, Of bills cry stand, Swears that you must a whor --- Such Gambols, such tricks, such figaries, We fetch though we touch no Canaryes, French wine till the welkin roares, And cry out a pox of your scores. In wine we call for bawdy Jiggs, Catzors, Rumbiloes, Whirlgigs, Crambo got in the huff-cap vain.
The Divell in the places you wot where raign Brave wine it is thus tickles our heels, Mulld well in wine none sorrow feels. Our Moon man and his Powder beef mad crew thus caper through the liquor sweet turnep drew Round about over tables and joynd stools, lets dance with naked Rapiers. Cut the fidle strings and then like fools, kick out the sum sum scrapers. There is no sound, The eares 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 fild here Herrings pickeld Must be tickeld, Down to draw the liquor, The salt Sammon And fat Gammon, Makes your wine drink quicker. Our man in the Moon drinks Claret, With Powder beef turnep and Carret, If he doth so why should not you Drink wine untill the Sky looks blew, Hey for a turn thus above ground hey, O my noddle too heavy doth way, Me the glin Perry Syder nor strong Ale, Are half so heavy be they nere so stale Wine in our guts can never rumble, Down now and than though it make us stumble Yet scambling up a drunkard feels no pain But cryes sirra boy totker pottle again, We can drink no more unlesse we have full pipes of Trinidado, Give us the best it keeps our brains more warm then can freezado. It makes us sing, And cry hey jing, And laugh when Pipes lye broken. For which to pay At going away, We scorn a Mustard Token. Never curse the sawcy score Out swear the bar youl pay no more. In these dayes He is no Gallant, That cannot puff and swagger Though he dare not kill a sheep, Yet out must flye his Dagger. If then you do love my Oast Claret, Fat Powder beef turnep and Carret. Come agen and agen And still welcome Gentlemen.
Printed for F. Coles T. Vere, and W Gilbertson