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A HEALTH TO ALL GOOD FELLOWES1
or THE GOOD COMPANION'S ARITHMATICKE
Be merry, my hearts, and call for your quarts,
And let no liquor be lacking, We have gold in store, we purpose to roare,
Untill we set care a-packing. There, Hostesse, make haste, and let no time waste,
Let every man have his due, To save shooes and trouble, bring in the pots double,
For he that made one made two.
I'll drink up my drink, and speak what I think,
Strong drink will make us speak truely, We cannot be termed all drunkards confirmed,
So long as we are not unruly. We'll drink and be civil, intending no evil.
If none be offended at me, As I did before, so I'll add one more
And he that made two made three.
The greedy curmudgin sits all the day snudging At home with brown bread and small beare,
To coffer up wealth, he starved himselfe, Scarce eats a good meale in a year,
1 From Roxburghe Ballads " to the tune of " To drive the old winter away." (Attributed to Martin Parker, circa 1560), |
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