%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. Taubman, Matthew University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1682-1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/18/2018 35792

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R227031 1 Come Boyes fill us a Bumper, Or My Lodging is on the Cold ground My Lodging is on the Cold Ground; I Prithee, Love, Turn to Me Come Boyes Fill Us a Bumper, Or My Lodging is On the Cold Ground COme boyes fill us a Bumper, / we'l make the Nation Roare, Fill the Pottles and Gallons / and bring the Hogshead in, / We'l begin with a Tallen / a brimmer to the KING. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : 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, doth nothing lack, If he but Loyal be, He that denies Bacchus supplies Shows mere Hypocrisy. Taubman, Matthew 1682-1682 P. Brooksby

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COme boyes fill us a Bumper, we'l make the Nation Roare, She's grown sick of a Rumper that sticks on the old score. Pox on Phanatticks rout 'um, they thirst for our blood, We'l Taxes raise without 'um, and drink for the Nations good. Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, We'l begin with a Tallen a brimmer to the KING.
Round around, fill a fresh one, let no man bawk his Wine, We'l drink to the next in Succession, and keep it in the Right Line. Bring us ten thousand glasses, the more we drink we'r 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, We'l begin with a Tallen a brimmer to the KING
WE Boyes are truly Loyal, for Charles we'l 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, forever will adore him; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, We'l 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 ne'r shall breed distraction in a true hearted man. Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, We'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING. Let the Phanatticks grumble to see things cross their grain, We'l make them now more humble or ease them of their pain: They shall drink Sack amain too or else they shall be chook't,
We'l tell 'um 'tis in vain too for us to be provok't. Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, We'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING. He that denyes the Brimmer shall banish't be in this Isle, And we will look more grimmer till he begins to smile: We'l drown'd him in Canary and make him all our own, And when his Heart is merry he'l drink to Charles in's Throne; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, We'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING. Quakers and Annabaptist we'l 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 won't be merry he can't at heart be sound; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in, We'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West-Smithfield.