Loves Carouse, Or, The youngmens Healths.
For divers Young-men being merry,
They drank Healths to their Loves in Sherry.
Tune, Joans Placket, etc.
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A Jovial crew of lively Lads,
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all in a merry vain,
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Did drink unto their sweethearts all,
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their true loves to obtain
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for men and maids,
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to be Comrades
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Is counted a gallant thing
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and he that gains his Sweet-hearts love,
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Conceits himself a King.
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Let pottles flie
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Drink barrels drie.
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Whilst rivers fill with rain,
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and when the bowle is passed round,
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Wee'l drink to them again.
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Come here's a health to bonny Besse,
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that loves me with her heart,
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Shee'l cast her eyes, up to the skies,
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and knows her Mothers art
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shee'l clip and kisse,
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what harme is this,
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Her Middle I can span,
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her delight for to imbrace
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A loving hearted man.
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Let pottles flye, etc.
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Come heres a cup to nimble Nan,
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whose cheeks are like a rose,
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Shee's sweet & neat, and kisses sweet
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and like a Lady goes,
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her forehead high,
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and rowling eye
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Has so intangled me
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that I am taken, cast, and thrown,
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In loves captivity,
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Let pottles flie
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Drink barrels drie, etc,
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Ile drink a health to Margery,
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the Milk-maid frank and free
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Who chanc'd to loose her maidenhead
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alas what remedy,
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A merry Lasse
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may serve to passe
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Ile take her for my own
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there's more that does such Venus tricks
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Although it is not known
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Let pottles flie, etc.
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Then hears a health to jumping Joan
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whose Placket now is sound
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For why the mending of the same,
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has cost me twenty pound
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shee's right and streight,
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(as well as Kate)
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This I can justifie,
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for being lately underlaid
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Shee'l tread no more awry,
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Let pottles flie,
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Drink barrels drie:
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Whilst rivers fill with rain
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and when the bowle is passed round
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Wee'l drink to them again.
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The second part to the same tune.
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COme heres a bowle to smiling Sue
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a Semster I know well
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All sorts of needlework she makes
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and cut work she can sell,
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fine Sarah may,
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give her the way
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For none like her shall be
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the firm injoyer of my heart
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In love and unity.
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Let pottles flie,
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Drink barrels dry
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Whilst rivers fill with rain
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and when the bowle is passed round
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Wee'l drink to them again
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Ile drink a health to merry Moll
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(alas I weep for Nelly)
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Who chanc'd to leave this wicked world
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being troubled with her belly
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but Mary fair
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whom I love deare
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She is my only Joy,
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wee'l wed, and bed: and hope to get
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A lusty chopping boy
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Let pottles flye, etc.
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Come here's a glasse to goodly Grace
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a Virgin chaste and pure
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Her beauty like the Sun more bright
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and firmer will indure,
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her scarlet hue
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and veins true blew
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Her skin like Lillies white
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invites my heart to Cupids feast
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To taste of loves delight,
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Let pottles flie, etc.
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Ile drink a Bowle to royall Rose
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the Phenix of them all
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There's no man can her honor pluck
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but first their own must fal
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a Virgin rare
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make sweet then aire
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Is she whom I love best,
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my heart within her heart is plac'd
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And harbours in her brest,
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Let pottles flie, etc.
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Come here's a health to pretty Peg
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a merry Country Lasse
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Although her credit has been crack'd
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at London it shall passe
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to quit all strife
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she is my wife,
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then make no more to do,
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for I dare say that she will prove
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Both faire and honest too,
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Let pottles flie, etc.
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Ile drink a glasse to jolly Joyce,
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the Mistr is of my mind
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Let others prattle what they will
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no harm in her I finde
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If shee'l agree
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to fancy me
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(as other maidens doe)
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Ile quite wipe off all former scores
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I marry and thank you too,
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Let pottles flie, etc.
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Come here's a health to all our Loves
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I mean in general
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The next shall be in Sherry Sack
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for Clarret is too smal,
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Love shal abound
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In drinking round,
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And constant be for aie
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Come Drawer fils t'other quart
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And tel us what's to pay
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Let pottles flie
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Drink barrels drie
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Whilst rivers fill with rain
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for when the bowle is passed round
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Wee'l drink to them again
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