The Boon Companion:
OR,
The Merry Loyal Boys of SUFFOLKs
JOVITL HEALTH.
To the Tune of, Fond Boy.
Licensed according to Order.
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WE are the bold Suffolk boon revelling Boys,
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Who fill both the Taverns and Ale-house with noise;
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For the Liquor of life we do dearly adore,
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When the Bottles are empty then well thunder for more
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For to make our hearts cheerful well merrily sing,
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With a rousing full bumper to Cesar our King.
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Well rise with the morning, keep pace with the sun,
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Well begin with a gallon and end with a tun,
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For theres nothing like drinking to cheer up the soul,
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Then about with a bumper, a cherishing bowl;
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All the cares of the World are but madness you know,
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We will drown them in Rivers where Nector does flow.
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[B]e nimble brave Tapster, and bring us more beer,
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Let no honest good fellows sit lazily here,
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Heres a bumper to him that is true to his friend,
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And theres more money got than we ever shall spend
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Therefore bring us a paper of excellent Fogo,
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That we here may perfume the whole house with a hogo
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[I]n matters of State we will neer be concernd,
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Were a pack of boon fellows who only have learnd
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Here the true way of drinking, and that is our pride,
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[T]herefore let it come in like a full flowing tide,
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[An]d let them go to War that takes pleasure therein,
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[We] do think it more safe to sleep in a whole skin.
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Tho the French they were landed, as some have recounted,
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And tho they had a hundred large Cannons all mounted,
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Likewise Lewis of France for to head these fine Fellows,
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[Y]et the devil a foot would we stir from the Ale-house,
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[B]ut wed eace man be armd with a pipe and a pot,
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Thus wed smother and drown the Monsieur on the spot.
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If Monsieur should venture to come on this shore,
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From the Ale-house & Tavern our bombs they should roar
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While our smoak from the windows like vapors shall fly
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Or a thick misty cloud shall darken the sky;
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Thus wed stand to our drink like each man to his gun,
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And it is not the French that should make us to run.
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Thus we are good subjects and friends to the Crown,
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In letting good bumpers go merrily down;
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And a new sort of Custom we constantly raise,
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For the smoaking his Nose eery good fellow pays,
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Thus our smoaking does cause the Kings custom to rise,
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And the fuddling advances the Royal Excise,
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We needs must acknowledge we take no delight
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For to go to the Wars there to quarrel and fight,
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We had rather in love stay at home with our Wives,
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And let them go that never did value their lives,
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Yet well drink a full bumper now merrily round,
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A good Health to the King with our knees to the ground.
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Heres a Health to true hearts that are honest and just,
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Who was never unfaithful nor false to their trust,
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Such as those we admire above any other,
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I hope you will pledge this good health honest brother,
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it is better for us to sit honestly sotting,
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Than to live to be hangd for Cabelling and Plotting.
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