Sack for my Money: Or,
A Description of the operation of Sack that is still'd in the Spanish Nation:
Then buy it, deny it, Like it or leave it,
Not one amongst ten but is willing to have it.
The tune is, Wet and weary.
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GOod Fellows all both great and small,
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rejoyce at this my Ditty,
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Whilst I do sing, good newes I bring,
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to the Countrey and the City;
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Let every Lad and Lass be glad,
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(for who will true Love smother)
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And being here my joy and dear,
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we'l kindly kiss each other:
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The purest Wine so brisk and fine,)
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the Alligant and Sherry,
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I hold it good to purge the blood,
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and make the sences merry.
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Tis sparkling Sack that binds the back,
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and cherishes the heart boys,
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For recompence just eighteen pence,
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you must give for a Quart boys;
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Away with Beer and such like geer,
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that makes our spirits muddy,
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For Wine compleat will do the feat,
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that we all notes can study,
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The purest Wine so brisk and fine,, etc.
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Rich Malligo is pure I know
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to purge out Melancholly,
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And he that's sick it cureth quick,
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and makes their sences jolly,
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It rarifies the dullest eyes,
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of those that are most paler,
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And bravely can compose a man
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of a very Prick-lows Taylor.
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The richest Wine so brisk and fine, etc.
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The meerest fool shall teach a School
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by Clarets operation,
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And make some fight like men of might,
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or Champions of a Nation,
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It is more fine then Brandewine,
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the Butterbores Potion,
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Who drinking dares, in Neptunes wars,
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reign Master of the Ocean.
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Canary Sack makes firm the back,
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both Alligant and Sherry,
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Are proved good to clear the blood,
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and make the sences merry.
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A longing Lass, whose Custerd-face,
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her inward grief discloses,
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With drinking Wine so sweet and fine,
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will gain a pair of Roses;
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It doth revive dead folks alive,
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and helps their former weakness,
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It is so pure that it doth cure,
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a Maiden of her sickness,
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This Rhenish Wine so brisk and fine, etc.
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The Drawar still the same shall fill,
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to elevate the heart boys,
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For Rhenish gay you now must pay,
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just twelve pence for a Quart boys:
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Who would be ty'de to Brewers side,
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whose measures do so vary,
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When we may sit to raise our wit,
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with drinking of Canary,
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The purest Wine, etc.
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THe French Wine pure for 7. pence sure
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you shall have choice and plenty,
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At this same rate to drink in Plate,
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which is both good and dainty:
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A maunding Cove that doth it love,
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make him dance and caper,
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And Captain Puff will have enuff,
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to make him brag and vapor.
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The purest Wine so brisk and fine,
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the Alligant and Sherry,
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I hold it good to purge the blood,
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and make the sences merry.
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And also we that do agree,
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as one, for boon good fellows,
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We'l sing and laugh and stoutly quaff,
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and quite renounce the Alehouse,
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For Ale and Beer are now both dear,
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the price is rais'd in either,
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Then let us all both great and small,
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to th' Tavern walk together:
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The purest Wine, etc.
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The Tradesman may at any day,
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for their own recreation,
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Be welcome still to Ralph or Will,
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and have accommodation,
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For why their Coyn will buy the Wine,
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and cause a running Barrel,
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But if you'r drunk your wits are sunk,
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and gorrill'd guts will quarrel.
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The purest Wine, etc.
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The Cobler fast will stay the last,
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for he's a lusty drinker,
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He'l pawn his soul to have a Bowl,
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to drink to Tom the Tinker:
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The Broom-man he will be as free,
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to drink couragious flashes,
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If Cole grow scant, before he'l want,
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he'l burn his Brooms to ashes.
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The purest Wine, etc.
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The Fidling Crowd that grows so proud,
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will pawn their Pipes and Fiddles,
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They'l strike and crack with bowls of Sack,
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and cut the queerest whiddles
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They'l rant and tare like men of War,
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they voyces roars like Thunder,
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And growing curst their Fiddles burst,
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and breaks 'um all asunder.
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The purest Wine, etc.
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The Country Blades with their own Maids
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at every merry meetings,
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For Ale and Cakes at their Town Wakes,
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which they did give their Sweetings,
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Upon their friends a Crown will spend,
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in Sack that is so trusty,
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Twill please a Maid that is decay'd,
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and make a Booby lusty:
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Be rul'd by me and we'l agree,
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to drink both Sack and Sherry,
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For that is good to cleanse the blood,
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and make our sences merry.
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