THE
Courtiers Health;
OR
The merry BOYES of the
TIMES
He that loves Sack, doth nothing lack,
If he but Loyal be,
He that denyes Bacchus supplyes
Shows meere Hypocrisie.
To a new Tune, Come Boyes fill us a Bumper, Or My Lodging is on the Cold ground.
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COme boyes fill us a Bumper,
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wel make the Nation Roare,
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Shes grown sick of a Rumper
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that sticks on the old score.
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Pox on Phanatticks rout um,
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they thirst for our blood,
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Wel Taxes raise without um,
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and drink for the Nations good.
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,Wel begin with a Tallen
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a brimmer to the KING.
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Round around, fill a fresh one,
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let no man bawk his Wine,
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Wel drink to the next in Succession,
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and keep it in the Right Line.Bring us ten thousand glasses,
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the more we drink wer a dry,
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We mind not the beautiful Lasses
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whose Conquest lyes all in the eye.
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Charge the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,
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Wel begin with a Tallen
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a brimmer to the KING
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WE Boyes are truly Loyal,
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for Charles wel venture all,
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We know his blood is Royal,
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his Name shall never fall.
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But those that seek his ruine
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may chance to dye before him,
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While we that Sack are woeing,
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forever will adore him;
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,
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Wel begin with a Tallen
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a Brimmer to the KING.
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I hate those strange dissenters
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that strives to bawk a glass,
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He that at all Adventures
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will see what comes to pass:And let the Popish Faction
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disturb us if they can,
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They ner shall breed distraction
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in a true hearted man.
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,
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Wel begin with a Tallen
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a Brimmer to the KING.
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Let the Phanatticks grumble
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to see things cross their grain,
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Wel make them now more humble
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or ease them of their pain:
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They shall drink Sack amain too
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or else they shall be choakt,
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Wel tell um tis in vain too
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for us to be provokt.
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,
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Wel begin with a Tallen
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a Brimmer to the KING.
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He that denyes the Brimmer
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shall banisht be in this Isle,
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And we will look more grimmer
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till he begins to smile:Wel drownd him in Canary
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and make him all our own,
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And when his Heart is merry
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hel drink to Charles ins Throne;
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,
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Wel begin with a Tallen
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a Brimmer to the KING.
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Quakers and Annabaptist
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wel sink them in a glass,
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He deals most plain and flattest
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that sayes he loves a Lass:Then tumble down Canary
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and let your brains go round,
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For he that wont be merry
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he cant at heart be sound;
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in,
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Wel begin with a Tallen
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a Brimmer to the KING.
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