Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
SONG XL. |
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SONG XL.
I
Let's wet the whistle of the Muse,That sings the praise of every Juice,
This House affords for Mortals use,
Which no Body can Deny.
II
Heres Ale of Hull which 'tis well knownKept King and Keyser out of Town,
Now in, will never hurt the Crown,
Which no body, &c.
III
Here's Lambeth Ale to cool the Maw,And Beer as Spruce as e're you saw,
But Mum as good as Man can draw,
Which no, &c.
134
IV
If Reins be loose as some mens Lives,Whereat the Purling Female grieves,
Here's stitch-back that will please your Wives,
Which, &c.
V
Here's Cyder too, you little wot,How oft 'twill make you go to pot,
Tis Red-streak all or it is not,
Which, &c.
VI
Here's Scholar that has doft his Gown,And donn'd his Cloak & came to Town,
Till all's up drink his Colledg down,
Which, &c.
VII
Here's North-down, which in many a Case,Pulls all the Bloud into the face,
Which blushing is a sign of Grace,
Which, &c.
VIII
If belly full of Ale doth grow,And Women runs in head, you know,
Old Pharoh will not let you go,
Which, &c.
IX
Here's that by some bold Brandy hight,Which Dutch men use in Case of fright,
Will make a Coward for to fight,
Which, &c.
135
X
Here's China Ale surpasseth far,What munden vents at Temple Bar,
Tis good for Lords and Ladies ware,
Which, &c.
XI
Here's of Epsam will not foxYou, more then whats drawn out of Cocks
Of Middleton, yet cures th'Pox,
Which, &c.
XII
For ease of heart here's that will do't,A Liquor you may have to boot,
Invites you or the Devil to't,
Which, &c.
XIII
For Bottle Ale though it be windy,Whereof I cannot choose but mind yee,
I would not have it left behind yee,
Which, &c.
XIV
Take Scurvy Grass or Raddish Ale,Twill make you like an Horse to stale,
And cures whatsoever you Ail,
Which, &c.
XV
For County Ales as that of Chess,Or of Darby you'l confess,
The more you drink, you'l need the less,
Which, &c.
124
XVI
But one thing must be thought upon,For mornings draught when all is done
A Pot of Purle for Harrison,
Which no body can deny.
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