%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Man in the MOON Drinks Clarret, / As it was lately Sung at the Curtain Holy-Well. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/19/2014 32962

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1 To the same tune Gray's Inn Mask; Mad Tom To the same tune BAcchus the father of drunken Nowls, / Full Mazers, Beakers, Glasses, Bowls. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 160 The Man in the MOON Drinks Clarret, / As it was lately Sung at the Curtain Holy-Well. The Man in the MOON Drinks Clarret, As it was lately Sung at the Curtain Holy-Well. The Man in the MOON Drinks Claret, As it was lately Sung at the Curtain Holy Well. ?-?

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BAcchus the Father of drunken Nowls, Full Mazers, Beakers, Glasses, Bowls. Greasie Flaporagons, Flemish upsie freeze, With health stap'd in arms upon naked knees Of all his Wines he makes you tasters, So you tipple like Bumbasters. Drink till you real a welcome he doth give, O how the boon Claret makes you live, Not a Painter purer colour shows, then what's 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 mawl, And the Drawars up 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 por of your Scores, In Wine we call for Bawdy Jiggs, Catzoes, Rumbillows, Whirligigs, Campo got in Huff Cap vain,
The Devil in the places you wet were raign, Brave Win[e] it thus tick[le]s [o]ur Heels, Mull'd well in wine none sorrow feels, Our Moon-man & his powder-beef mad crew Thus caper through the liquor sweet Turnip drew. Round about over tables & join'd stools let's dance with naked Rapiers, Cut the Fiddle-strings and then like fools, kick ont the fum fum scrapers, There is no sound, That cares can wound, As lids of Wine pots clinking, There's no such sport When all amort, Men cry l[e]t's fall to drinking; O 'tis happy Geer, Would each belly was filled here, Herrings pickl'd, Must be tickel'd, Down to draw the Liquor: The salt Sammon, And fat Gammon, Makes our Wine drink quicker. Our Man in the Moon drinks Clarret, 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, Syder, nor strong Ale, Are half so heady, be they ne'r so stale: Wine in our Guts can never rumble, Down now and then tho' it make us tumbl[e] Yet scrambling up a Drunkard feels no pa[in] But cryes Sirrah Boy, t' other Pottle aga[in] We can drink no more unless we have, full pipes of Trinnidado, Give us the best it keps our brains, more warm then does freezado. It makes us sing, And cry hey ding, 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 you'l pay no more: In these days, 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 Hoast's Clarret, Fat powder beef, Turnep and Carret, Come agen, and agen, And still welcome Gentlemen.