THE
Courtiers Health:
OR, THE
MERRY BOYS of the TIMES.
He that loves Sack, doth nothing lack,
If he but Loyal be,
He that denys Bacchus supplyes
Shows meer 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 Galons
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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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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.
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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 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 die before him,
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While we that Sack are Woeing,
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for ever 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 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:
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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 this 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 prowokt
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Fill the Pottles and Gallons
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and bring the Hogshead in
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Wel begin wih 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:
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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 Thron;
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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 Anabaptists
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wel sink them in 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 Bimmer to the KING.
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