Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,

Item: Say, good master Bacchus, astride on your butt,...

by by Mr. H. Purcell. . For Three voices, in C minor

Song: Say, good master Bacchus, astride on your butt,...

Say good Master Bacchus a stride on your Butt, since our Champains all gone, and our Claret's run out,
Which of all the brisk Wines in your Empire that grow, will serve to delight your poor drunkards below.
Resolve us Grave Sir, and soon send it over, lest we die, lest we die of the Sin of be'ng Sober.

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