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Come (fayth) since I'me parting, and that God knowes when
The walls of sweet Wickham I shall see aghen;
Lett's e'en haue a frolicke, and drincke like tall men,
Till heads with healths goe round.

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And first to Sr William, I'le take't on my knee;
Hee well doth deserue that a brimmer itt bee:
More braue entertaynements none ere gaue than hee:
Then lett his health goe round.

3

Next to his chaste lady, who loues him alife;
And whilst wee are drincking to soe good a wife,
The poore of the parish will pray for her life,
Besure her health goe round.

4

And then to young Will, the heyre of this place;
Hee'l make a braue man, you may see't in his face;
I onely could wish wee had more of the race,
Att least lett his health goe round.

5

To well-grac'd Victoria the next roome wee owe;
As uertuous shee'l proue as her mother I trow,
And somewhat in huswifry more she will know;
O lett her health goe round!

6

To plump Besse her sister, I drinck downe this cup:
Birlackins (my masters) each man must take't up;
'Tis foule play (I barre itt) to simper and sup,
When such a health goes round.

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And now helter-skelter to th'rest of the house,
The most are good fellowes, and loue to carowse;
Who's not, may go sneake-up; hee's not worth a louse;
That stoppes a health i'th' round.

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To th'clearcke, soe hee'l learne to drincke in the morne;
To Heynous, that stares when he has quaft up his horne;
To Philip, by whom good ale nere was forlorne;
These lads can drincke a round.

9

John Chandler! come on, here's some warme beere for you;
A health to the man that this liquour did brew:
Why Hewet! ther's for thee; nay take't, 'tis thy due,
But see that itt goe round.

10

Hott Coles is on fire, and fayne would be quench'd;
As well as his horses the groome must be drench'd,
Who's else? let him speake, if his thirst hee'd haue stench'd
Or haue his health goe round.

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And now to the woemen, who must not bee coy.
A glasse, Mistresse Cary, you know's but a toy:
Come, come, Mistresse Sculler, noe perdonnez moy,
Itt must, itt must goe round.

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Dame Nell; soe you'l drinck, wee'l allow a soppe.
Up with't, Mary Smith; in your draught neuer stoppe.
Law ther-now Nan German has left ne're a droppe,
And soe must all the round.

13

Jane, Joane, Goody Lee, great Meg, and the lesse,
Yet must not bee squeamish, but doe as did Besse:
How th'others are nam'd, if I could but guesse,
I'de call them to the round.

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And now, for my farwell, I drincke up this quart;
To you, lads, and lasses, eene with all my heart:
May I find yee euer, as now when wee part,
Each health still goeing round.