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R229177 1 I am the King [&] Prince of Drunkards, &c. Drive the Cold Winter Away I Am the King & Prince of Drunkards, etc. BE merry, my Hearts and call for the Quarts, / and let not the liquor be lacking: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 28 THE TAVERNERS RANT. THE TAVERNER'S RANT. ?-?

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BE merry, my Hearts and call for the Quarts, and let not the liquor be lacking: We have money in store, we purpose to roar: whilst we put all care a packing, Hostess make heast and do not time waste, let every Man have his due: To save you from trouble, bring in the quarts double for he that made one made two. Then drink off your drink, and speak what ye think; strong drink will make men speak truly: He cannot be termed a drunkard confirmed: so long as he is not unruly. I'le drink and be civil, intending no evil; let none take offence at me: As I did before, I will add yet more, for he that made two made three. The greedy Curmugeon sits all the day drudging, with a piece of brown bread & smal beer; To coffer up pelff, he pineth himself, scarce eats a good meal in the year. [?]t I do not so, how ill the world go. so long my money is in store: I scorn to shrink cause fill us more drink, for he that made three made four. Why sit you so sadly, because I call madly; I mind not to live like a wretch, My reckoning I'le pay, before I go away, or hing me as high as the Church- Some men will say, this is not the way, he must pine in this word that would thrive No matter of that, I'le laugh and be fat, for he that made four made five. To all kind friends my love so extends, that I cannot truely express it. When I and they meet our company is so sweet, that I am unwilling to miss it, I hate these base slaves that their money saves, and these that use bad tricks, For with my Comerades wee'l be merry mates, for he that made five made six. Come let us drink round, till sorrow be drown'd, [a]nd let us sing, Hey down a derry. [?]ot endure to sit so demure, [?]here we came to be merry. [?]p a good heart before we depart [W]ith our Hostess we shall make it even, [?] said before wee'l add one more, [for] he that made six made seven.
Sad melancholy will bring me to folly, that is deaths principal agent: ThIs course I will take, that nothing shall make me speak but as I imagine: Then with good intent my money shall be spent let every man have his due right: Hostess, go fill, why stand you so still? for he that made seven made eight. At home I confess with my honest Bess, I practise good husbandry still: In using my Calling to keep me from falling, my Neighbours about me can tell: They praise me at large for doing my Charge, but when to Drink I incline, For nothing I shrink, cause fill us more Drink, for he that made eight made nine. Whilst that we are here, cause fill us more Beer, my Moneys right freely I'll spend: Let no Man take care for paying a share; if need be, I'll pay for my Friend. Hostess make haste, and do not time waste, make welcome your kind Gentlemen, Never cease to carrouse while there's Beer in the house for he that made nine made ten. Hostess be quicker, and fill us more liquor, and let not attendance be missing: It cannot please me to see a Cup empty, a full Cup is well worth the kissing, Hostess make speed, and stand not so dead, we are all of our Senses bereaven, Ye know what I mean, make haste here again for he that made ten made eleven. With merry solace, and void of malice. with all our good folks that are he[re] No cursing, no swearing, no stamping, no [?] among us do seem to appear, When I have spent all, to my labour[?] for my living is to dig and to delve [?] Resolve to be both courteous and [?] for he that made eleven made tw[elve.] I think it is fit, and most requisite, we drink a good health to our wi[v]es, And when that is done, wee's pay and go hom[e] strong liquor our wit is bereaves. Hostess, let us know what money we owe Half a crown and welcome, my friend. Fill yet another Quart for there's money for it for he that made twelve made thirteen.
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