A [Pleas]ant New Song, in Praise of a [L]eather Bottel.
Showing how Glasses and Pots are laid aside,
And Flaggons and Noginss they cannot abide,
And let all-Wives do what they can,
'Tis for the Praise and use of Man:
And this you may very well be sure.
The Leather-bottel will longest endure.
And I wish in Heaven his Soul may awell,
That first devised the Leather-Bottel.
To the Tune of, The Bottle-makers Delight.
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God above that made all things,
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the Heaven, thy Earth and all therein,
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The Ships that on the Sea do Swim,
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to keep Enemies out that none comes in:
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And let them do all what they can
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'tis for the use and praise of man;
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And I wish in heaven his Soul may dwell,
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That first devised the Leather-Bottle.
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Then what do you say to these Cans of Wood
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in faith they err and cannot be good,
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For when a man he doth them send
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to be filled with Ale, as he doth intend,
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The Bearer falleth by the way,
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and on the ground the Liquor doth lay,
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And then the bearer begins to ban,
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and swers it is long of the Wooden Can: Then I wish, etc.
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But had it been in the Leather Bottel,
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although he had fallen, yet all had been well:
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And I wish, etc.
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Then what do you say to these Glasses fine,
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yes, they shall have no praise of mine,
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For when a Company they are set,
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for to be merry as we are met:
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Then if you chance to touch the Brim,
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down falls the Liquor and all therein:
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If your Table cloath be never so fine,
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there lies your Beer, Ale or Wine.
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It may be for a small abuse,
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a Young-man may his Service lose?
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But had it been in the Leather Bottle
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and the stopple had been in, then all had been well,
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The second part, to the same tune.
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THen what do you say to these black pots three?
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true they shall have no praise of me,
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For when a man and his wife falls at strife,
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as many hath done in faith in their life;
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They lay their hands on the Pot both,
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and loath they are to lose their Broth,
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The one tugs, the other hill,
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betwixt them both the Liquor doth spill:
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But they shall answer another day,
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for casting their Liquor so vainly away,
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But had it been in the Leather Bottle,
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the one might have tug'd the other held,
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And they might have tug'd till their heart did ake,
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and yet this Liquor no harm would take.
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Then I wish, etc.
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Then what do you say to the silver Flaggons fine?
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true, they shall have no praise of mine?
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For when a Lord he doth them Send,
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to be filled with Wine, as he doth intend:
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The man with the Flagon doth run away,
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because it is silver most gallant and gay,
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O then the Lord begins to ban,
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and swears he hath lost both Flaggon and man,
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There's never a Lords Serving-man or Groom,
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but with his Leather Bottle may come:
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Then I wish, etc.
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A Leather Bottle is good,
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far better then Glasses or Cans of Wood;
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For when a man is at work in the Field,
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poor Glasses and Pots to comfort will yield:
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Then a good Leather Bottle standing him by,
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he may drink always when he is a dry,
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It will revive the spirits, and comfort the brain,
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wherefore let none this Bottle refrain:
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For I wish, etc.
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Also the honest Sith-man too,
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he knew not very well what to do,
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But for his Bottle standing then neer,
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that is filled with [Good and Cold] Beer;
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At dinner he sits him down to eat,
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with good Cheese, and Bread and Meat,
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Then his Bottle he shakes [it] amain,
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and drinks, and sets it down again;
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Saying, good Bottle stand my friend,
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and hold it out till this day doth end:
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For I wish, etc.
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Likewise the merry Hay-makers they,
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when as they are turning their Hay,
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In Summer weather, when it is warm,
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a good Bottle full then will do them no harm
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And at Noon-tide they sit them down,
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to drink in their Bottles of Ale Nut-brown;
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Then the Lads and the Lasses begins to tattle,
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what should we do but for this Bottle,
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They could not work if this Bottle were done,
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for the day is so hot with the heat of the Sun:
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Then I wish, etc.
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Also the Loader, Lader, and the Pitcher.
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the Reaper, Hedger and the Ditcher:
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The Binder, and Raker and all
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about the Bottles ears do fall,
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And if his Liquor be almost gone,
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his Bottle he will part to none.
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But saying my Bottle is but small,
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one drop I will not part withal,
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You must go drink at some Spring or Well,
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for I will keep my Leather-Bottel:
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Then I wish, etc.
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Thus you may hear a Leather Bottle,
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when as it is filled with liquor full well
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Though the substance of it be small,
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yet the Name of a thing is all:
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There's never a Lord, Earl or Knight,
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but in a Bottle doth take delight,
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For when he is Hunting of the Deer,
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he often doth wish for a Bottle of Beer,
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Likewise the man that works at the Wood,
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a Bottle of Beer doth oft do him good:
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Then I wish, etc.
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Then when his Bottle it doth grow old,
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and will good liquor no longer hold,
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Out of the side you may take a Clout,
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will mend your Shooes, when they are out,
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Else take it and hang it upon a Pin,
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it will serve to put many odd trifles in:
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As Linges, Aules, and Candle, ends,
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for young [?]ers must have such things.
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Then I wish his Soul in heaven may dwell,
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That first devis'd the Leather Bottle.
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