Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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The Presbyters Gill.
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The Presbyters Gill.
[I]
Hang the Presbyters GillBring a Pint of Sack Will
More Orthodox of the two;
Though a slender dispute
Will strike the Elfe Mute,
He's one of the honester Crew.
II
In a Pint there's small heart;Sirrah, bring us a Quart;
Their's substance and vigour met,
'Twill hold us in Play
Some part of the Day,
But wee'l sink him before Sun-set.
III
The dating old PottleDoes now bid us Battaile,
Let's try what his strength can do;
Keep your Ranks, and your Files,
And for all his Wiles
Wee'l tumble him down Stairs too.
IV
The Stout Brested LumbardHis Brains ne'r incumbred
With drinking of Gallons three,
Trycongius was named,
And by Cæsar Famed,
Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pe.
V
If then Honour be in't,Why a Pox should we slint
Our selves of the fulness it bears?
H'has less Wit than an Ape
In the Bloud of the Grape
Will not plunge himself o're Head and Ears
VI
Then Summon the Gallon,A stout Foe, and a Tall one,
And likely to hold us to't;
Keep but Coyn in your Purse,
The word is Disburse,
I'le warrant he'l sleep at your foot.
VII
See the bold foe appears,May he fall that him fears,
Keep you but close order and then,
Wee will give him the Rout
Be he never so stout,
And prepare for his Railying Agen.
VIII
Let's drain the whole Cellar,Pipes, Buts, and the Dweller,
If the Wine flotes not the faster;
Will, when thou do'st slack us
By Warrant from Bacchus
Wee will Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master.
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