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[The boording of the Alehouse Ship, fought so]
The boording of the Alehouse Ship, fought so,
Till Smug the Smith could neither stand nor goe.
Till Smug the Smith could neither stand nor goe.
There was a Smug, that delt in Iron mettle,
That in a humour to close fight would settle,
And boord a Barke laden with Beere and Ale,
Till braine forsooke him, and his legs did faile:
For resolute one night, (this iron-trader
Enter'd the Hulke, supposing to vnlade her.
But she so bang'd him with her Barly shot
His legs to beare his body, quite forgot)
And foundring in the durty kennell laid him,
VVhere many passed by, but none that stay'd him:
VVhen wallowing with his face, late hote and fierie,
He sings no other note, but Ala-mi-re,
Yet to his shankes that suffered him to tumble,
This angry speech the threatning Smith did grumble,
Since you'le not beare me, legs, let who will mutter,
I for this night will lodge you in the gutter.
That in a humour to close fight would settle,
And boord a Barke laden with Beere and Ale,
Till braine forsooke him, and his legs did faile:
For resolute one night, (this iron-trader
Enter'd the Hulke, supposing to vnlade her.
But she so bang'd him with her Barly shot
His legs to beare his body, quite forgot)
And foundring in the durty kennell laid him,
VVhere many passed by, but none that stay'd him:
VVhen wallowing with his face, late hote and fierie,
He sings no other note, but Ala-mi-re,
This angry speech the threatning Smith did grumble,
Since you'le not beare me, legs, let who will mutter,
I for this night will lodge you in the gutter.
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