Catches, canons and drinking songs
'Tis too late for a Coach, and too soon to reel home, we have Freedom to stagger when ye Town is our own; let's whirle it away, & whip sixpences round, 'till the Drawers are founder'd and the Hogshead does sound, The Glass stays with you Tom, save yr Tide, pull away, One Minute of Midnight is worth a whole Day.