SONG LV. A Round.
[Come smooth off your Liquor!]
1
Come smooth off your Liquor!
It makes th'Wit quicker,
And he, that his Water refuses,
Whilest we Laugh and Sing
And quaff healths, to the King,
Shall ne're have a Bout with the Muses.
2
The next to Queen Mary:
Fill it up! we'le not spare ye;
We came hither, to wash our Gully:
How now! what's a clock?
Give the Drawer a Knock
We loose time, while he fills it, so dully.
3
To the Duke swallow franker,
Since we have the Spanker
We'le every man Drink out, an od-peice.
He, that failes, of his whole one,
Were he graver, then Solon.
Shall have all the rest, in his Cod-peice.