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Drunkard.
You filthy slaues, whom I do often see,
sleeping in Tauerns on the benches drunke:
That will haue full carowses come to thee,
Till with the liquors lading thou art sunke.
Then fill vs Boy one quart of Charnico,
To drinke a health to Dicke before we goe,
sleeping in Tauerns on the benches drunke:
That will haue full carowses come to thee,
Till with the liquors lading thou art sunke.
Then fill vs Boy one quart of Charnico,
To drinke a health to Dicke before we goe,
You that will drinke Reynaldo vnto death:
The Dane, that would carowse out of his Boote,
and quaffe an hundred Flemings out of breath,
Laying as many French-men vnder foote:
you that no other course obserue and keepe,
But either drinking, drunke, or els a sleepe.
The Dane, that would carowse out of his Boote,
and quaffe an hundred Flemings out of breath,
Laying as many French-men vnder foote:
you that no other course obserue and keepe,
But either drinking, drunke, or els a sleepe.
Ile Stabbe you.
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