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Good Ale for my Money
The old renowned Ipocrist
And Rapsie doth excell; But never any wine could yet
My honour please to swell. The Rhenish wine or muscadine.
Sweet malmsie is too fulsome ; No, give me a cup of Barlie broth,
For that is very wholesome. I cannot go home, etc.
Hot waters are to me as death, And soone the head o'erturneth,
And nectar hath so strong a breath ; Canary when it burneth,
It cures no paine, but breaks the braine, And raps out oaths and curses,
And makes men part with heavy heart-But light it makes their purses. I cannot go home, etc.
Some say Matheglin beares the name
With Perry and sweet Sider ; 'Twill bring the body out of frame,
And reach the belly wider; Which to prevent, I am content,
With ale that's good and nappy, And when thereof I have enough
I think myself most happy. I cannot go home, etc.
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