Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: A Catch upon a Liquor call’d Punch
Song: You may talk of brisk claret, sing praises of...
You may talk of brisk Claret; sing Praises of Sherry, speak well of old Hock, Mum, Sider and Perry, but you must drink Punch if you mean to be merry: A Bowl of this Liquor the Gods being all at, thought good we shou'd know it by Way of new Ballad, as fit for both ours & their Highnesses Pallat; Then Thanks to ye Gods, those Tiplers above us, they've taught us to drink, and therefore they love us, and to drink very hard is all they crave of us.
