Catches, canons and drinking songs
Ink, Ink, come buy my fine writing Ink, come buy my fine Ink, come buy my fine Ink, I want some Money to buy me some drink, My
Barrel's grown old, grown old, nigh spent is my Ink, nigh spent is my Ink, all this I regard not so I have some drink, so I have some drink, all this I regard not, so I have some drink.
My Cloaths they are torn, and as for my Shoes, I care not how bad so I have some Booze, so I have some Booz, I care not how bad, so I have some Booze. Brown
Beer, brown Beer, my Heart, my heart will cheer, for nought yields more joy than much drink when a dry, but with out the sweet Penny there's no getting any,