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The Healths.
HEre's a Health to the merry old Sinner
In a glass of strong Aquavitae,
That for a Crown and a Dinner
Will get you a wench will delight you.
Because that you are not for Ale,
Here's a Health to a Girle in strong Beer,
Although she (like it) be stale,
She may happen to cost you dear.
Here's a Health in Ale to our Dear
That latley hath serv'd in the Kitchin,
A bouncing Wastcoateer,
A remedy for the Itching.
Here's a Health to the Earls fine Daughter
In Renish with Lemon and Sugar
Who (with this well ballanc'd) will after
Give liberty to you for to hug her.
Un••o the Green sickness Maid
Here's a Health in sparkling white,
Though yet she be never staid,
She may alter her mind e're night.
Unto the new married wife
Here's a Health in neat Clarret,
Though her Spouse lead a jealous life,
And her tongue out prattles a Parrot.
To the Jovial Widdow at last
A Health wee'l drink in Sack,
Her constitutions in hast,
You may quickly guess what she does lack.
Now you have so freely drank
Their Healths and merrily round,
Each of you may go to his Punck,
They are yours a Mite to a pound.
But now I've thought better on't,
Y'ad best to leave Drinking and Whoring,
For virtue hereafter will vaunt,
When vice shall receive a great scoring.