Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: The Drunkards Wish
Song: Say, good master Bacchus, astride on your butt,...
Say, good Master Bacchus, astride on your Butt, since our Champaign's all gone, and out 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 dye, lest we dye of the Sin of being Sober.
