. The Roxburghe ballads. this Liquor but free,And youl find in a moment you cured will be ;If you grieve or do mourn for the loss of a friend,This Liquor undoubtedly comfort will lend :Tis good for all Men, and in every condition,Will keep them from charge of a prating Physitian. 54 Then matchless Canary Ile sing forth thy fame, And will against Beauty for ever exclaim, For he that doth once fall in love with the Yine, Will never have reason at all to repine : For it cheers our dull souls, while we merrily sing,Long live Charles the Second, our Soveraign King ! 60 In the height of our sport we
. The Roxburghe ballads. this Liquor but free,And youl find in a moment you cured will be ;If you grieve or do mourn for the loss of a friend,This Liquor undoubtedly comfort will lend :Tis good for all Men, and in every condition,Will keep them from charge of a prating Physitian. 54 Then matchless Canary Ile sing forth thy fame, And will against Beauty for ever exclaim, For he that doth once fall in love with the Yine, Will never have reason at all to repine : For it cheers our dull souls, while we merrily sing,Long live Charles the Second, our Soveraign King ! 60 In the height of our sport we no Treason conspire, To be brisk and be merry is all our desire; Our hearts have no harbour for any ill thought, We despise spight and malice, and all that is naught:And in our full Bumpers wel laugh and wel sing,And for our diversion wel drink to the King ! (j6 Printed for J. Clarke, at the Horse-shooe, in West-Smith field,between the Hospital-gate and Duck-lane end. [Black-letter, with these two woodcuts. Date, 1681.]. 88 Bo. 3.—C6e a^errp IBops of tfje Cimcs: 1682. Come, make a good Toast and stir up the fire, And fill the great Tankard of what we admire ; Then bring in a Paper of excellent Fogoe, [ Tobacco. That we may perfume the whole house with the hogoe. [= haut here let us sit, like honest brave Fellows,That neither are Tories nor Whigs, in an Ale-house. We have nothing to do with the feuds of the Nation, With Old Magna Charta, nor the Association : Let Shaftesbury fancy himself to be crowning, Or beg his Quietus, and venture a Titus swear on, and raise up his story :Thats nothing to us, let the Saints have their Glory. —Loyal Song of The Pot Companions. 1680. T J_ HE ingenious Loyalty of this spokesman of Merry Boysanticipates our modern discovery of liquidating the Alabama claims(incurred by our certainly failing to preserve such strict neutralityas was justly due by international courtesy, if not by strict inter-national law : whatever
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