Catches, canons and drinking songs
Soldier, Soldier take off thy Wine, & shake thy Locks, & shake thy Locks as I shake mine; How can I my poor Locks shake, that have but Ten, I have but ten Hairs on my Pate, & one of them must go for Tythes, so there remains, so there remains but Four & Five, Four & Five, & that makes nine, then take off your drink, then take off your Drink as I take mine.