Catches, canons and drinking songs
Let us drink, let us drink to ye Blades intrench'd on the Shannon, discharge our full Glasses as they their whole Cannon: Ev'ry Health shall be flourish'd wth. Trumpets & Drums, & our Bumpers go off in Pledge to their Bombs, see ye Town in a Blaze, now our Faces, our Faces resembles, & at both ye pale Monsieur, poor Mac & Teague trembles.