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The fifthteenth Song.
[Here's a Health to a merry old sinner]
1
Here's a Health to a merry old sinner,A Glass of strong Aquavitæ,
That for a crown and a dinner
Will get you a Wench will delight you.
2
Because that you are not for Ale,Here's a Health to a Wench in strong Beer;
Although she (like it) be stale,
She may happen to cost you dear.
3
Here's a Health in Ale to your Dear,That lately hath serv'd in the Kitchin;
A bouncing Wastcoteer,
A remedy for your itching.
4
Here's a Health to the Earls fine daughter,In Rhenish with Lemmon and Suggar,
Who (with this well ballanc'd) will after
Give liberty to you to hugge her.
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5
Unto the Green-sickness MaidHere's a Health in sparkling White,
Though yet she be never so staid,
She may alter her mind ere night.
6
Unto the new married wife,An Health here is in neat Claret;
Though her spouse lead a jealous Life,
And her tongue out-prattles a Parret.
7
To the jovial widdow at last,An health we will drink in Sack:
Her constitution's in hast,
You may quickly guess what she doth lack.
8
Now you have so freely drunkTheir healths, and merrily round.
Each of you may go to his Punk,
They are yours a mite to a pound.
9
But now I've thought better on't,Y'ad best to leave drinking and whoring;
For virtue hereafter will vaunt,
When vice shall receive a great scowring,
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