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Come my sure drinking Blades!
VVhose never known Trades,
Are excus'd, from the Curse of the women,
From Plot or design,
But for money or Wine,
VVhile priviledg'd draughts,
Are loose, as your thoughts,
And drink, makes you, only, Freemen,
Be brisk, as a lowse
Oth' Body or mouse,
When the Puss, does Catlin a Fiddle,
For, the Drawer, shall bring
Ague like, in the Spring,
A Cure, for a King,
Oh! tis Sack! that's the things
Tis an All in all,
That will come, at the call!
The Sick-man's health,
And the poor man's wealth
'Tis a kind of a Riddle-me-riddle:
Then Oh! my brave bully!
Why sit'st thou so dully,
And dreyn'st up thy gully
With spung'd Melancholly!
'Tis a Fiefor-shame, to thy breeding
To sit, like those
Make Children shoes,
And tamper thy chapps,
Like a Clark, in's Clapps,
Or on Brawn, an old Gossip, a feeding

Cho.

It is Wine,
That's divine,
Must refine,
Our dull Souls:
There's no mirth,
In the Earth,
Where's a Dearth,
Of the Bowls.