The POT-Companions:
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Drinking and Smoaking prefer'd before Caballing and Plotting.
To an Excellent New Tune; Or, The Loyal Health, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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COme make a good Toast, and stir up the Fire,
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And fill the great Tankard of what we admire;
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Then bring in a Paper of Excellent Fogo,
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That we may Perfume the whole House with a Hogo:
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And here let us sit like honest brave Fellows,
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That neither are Tories nor Whigs in an Alehouse.
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And here let us sit like honest brave Fellows,
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That neither are Tories nor Whigs in [an] Alehouse.
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Let Politick Statesmen Grave Coffee Espouse,
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While we in more general Liquors Carouse;
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Let News-Letters, Libels, and Banter fill up
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The Paper-skull'd Fops, while we Tipple the Cup:
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Our Heads are more solid, our Hearts are more true,
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Each Man has his load, yet no Treason we spue.
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Our Heads, etc.
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Tho' the French were all Landed, as some haver recounted,
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Tho' they had a hundred great Cannon all mounted;
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And Lewis himself did Head these brave Fellows,
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The Devil a foot wou'd we stir from the Alehouse:
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But e'ry Man Arm'd with his Pipe and his Pot,
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We'd smother or drown the Monsieurs on the Spot.
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But e'ry Man, etc.
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But we meddle not with the French or the Dutch,
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But Drink in plain English, and that very much;
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We broach no new Shams of the one side or t'other,
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But e'ry Man tops a full Glass to his Brother:
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For better it is to be honestly Sotting,
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Than soberly Hang for Caballing and Plotting.
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For better it is, etc.
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We care not a pin for the Humours o'th' People,
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Nor trouble our heads about Building Pauls Steeple;
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The Feuds of the Nation are nothing to us,
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Tho' some are so busy & keep such a Fuss;
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While Commonwealth's hatch'd by their whining and
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The Monarchy thrives by our Smoaking and Drinking
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While Commonwealth's, etc.
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Thus we are good Subjects and Friends to the Crown,
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In letting full Bumpers go merrily down:
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A new sort of Chimney-rent also we raise,
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For fanking his Nose e'ry Good-fellow pays:
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Our Smoaking does cause the Kings Customs to rise,
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And Fuddling advances the Royal Excise.
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Our Smoaking, etc.
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We raise no Disputes that belong to the Pulpit,
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Nor start from our Text, but profoundly we gulp it;
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We hanve not amongst us a Canting Presbiter,
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But all honest Souls that will stand by the Miter:
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The Crown and the Miter we all will defend,
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Here's a Health to them both, and so let us end,
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The Crown, etc.
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Then away to the King, let the Tankard go round,
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And he that won't Pledge it I doubt is not Sound;
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To the Queen and the rest of the Royal old Blood,
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To the Bishops, and all that are Loyal and Good:
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To the Lords & the Commons, & other good Christians
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But Guard us, good Lord, from the whining Philistians
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To the Lords & the Commons, and other good Christians
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But Guard us, good Lord, from the whining Philistians
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