Heres to thee kind Harry.
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The plaine dealing Drunkard.
To the tune of Heres to thee good Fellow.
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R Oome for a lusty lively Lad,
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dery dery downe,
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That will shew himselfe blyth be he ne're so sad,
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dery dery downe,
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That cryes a fig
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for poverty
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And takes all troubles
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patiently,
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Will spend what he gets,
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And drinke more then he eates,
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That never meanes to vary
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From good fellowship free,
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If thou such a one be.
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Ile drinke to thee kinde Harry.
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He that will freely call for drinke,
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dery dery downe.
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And never repine to part with his chinke,
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dery dery downe.
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That will laugh and sing
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in the midst of care,
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Though sorrow force him
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to despayre.
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That scornes to brawle
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For trifles small,
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but himselfe doth quietly cary,
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That no worser word
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From his lips will afford,
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then heres to thee kinde Harry.
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He that's a greedy Cormorant,
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dery dery downe,
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That hardly allowes his guts pravant,
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dery dery downe.
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That is so loath,
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to part with his pelfe
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That he will not bestow
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a Groat on himselfe.
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Let such a hog
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Lap whey like a dog,
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while we drinke good Canary,
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And live in content,
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And blyth meriment,
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heres to thee honest Harry.
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He that is an idle Sharke,
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dery dery downe,
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That lives by shifts, and will not worke,
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dery dery downe.
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That like a rascall
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base and rude
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Into any company
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will intrude,
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That though he have mony
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Will scant spend a peny,
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at home let such a one tarry,
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While we sit here
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Wee'll keepe the score cleere,
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and heres to thee kinde Harry.
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The second part to the same tune.
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H Ee that is a wenching knave
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dery dery downe
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That for a whore his mony doth save
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dery dery downe,
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That like a fond
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fantasticke Asse
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Will spend a crowne
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upon his Lasse,
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And yet hee's unwilling
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To spend a shilling
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with us in rich Canary,
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Let him packe to a wench
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That can teach him French,
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come, heres to thee honest Harry.
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He that is a pilfering theefe,
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dery dery downe,
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That steales to give his corps releefe,
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dery dery downe.
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That though he can
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himselfe maintaine
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By some honest trade,
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he will take no paine.
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I wish with my hart,
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That the Hangman in's cart
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all such to the Gallowes may cary.
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For if all theeves were gone,
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Then we should keepe our owne,
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and heres to thee brave Harry.
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He thats a fawning Sycophant,
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dery dery downe,
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And seeks with tales our eares to inchant
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dery dery downe.
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Who gives me
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pleasant words to my face,
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And railes at me
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in another place.
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And sayes right with his tongue,
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When his heart meaneth wrong,
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and his thoughts doe poyson cary,
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Let no such stay with us
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Who will flatter us thus,
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heres to thee true hearted Harry.
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He that will boast without desert,
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dery dery downe,
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And seekes to applaud his strength or art,
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dery dery downe,
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That will brag and vaunt
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to simple men,
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As though he were one
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could fight with ten
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Yet being tryde
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He will onely but chide,
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his words and his deeds doe vary.
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But I like that blade,
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Who will doe as he said
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and heres to thee brave Harry.
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He that professeth himselfe a Souldier,
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dery dery downe,
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Yet never bore armes on his shoulder,
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dery dery downe.
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That prates of many
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bands he hath seene,
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Yet out of the Land
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he hath never beene.
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He hath learn'd to speak Dtuch
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And thats as much
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as he desires to cary.
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Some say in Kent street
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Many Dutch you may meet,
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but heres to honest Harry.
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Thus being honest joviall blades,
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dery dery downe,
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Let us be as mery as the maids,
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dery dery downe.
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But such as we
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have nam'd before,
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Them and their dealings
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we abhorre.
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Now tis time to depart
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Let us drinke up this quart.
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and then no longer wee'll tary
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Each man pay the shot,
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What falls to his lot.
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but I will pay for Harry.
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