Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: The Drawers Catch
Song: “Come boy, light a faggot, the ev’nings are...
Come Boy, Boy, Boy, light a Faggot, the Ev'nings are cold, bring a Flask that's well clad, bring a Flask that's well clad in a Coat of blew Mold. you shall have it, you shall have it dear Sir, in a moment, in a moment of time, do you light the Fire Iack, do you light the Fire, I'll run down for the Wine; let's oblige our kind Masters, kind Masters, we'll bleed 'em, we'll bleed 'em anon, their Palates now are nice Boy, their Palates now are nice Boy, but then they'll drink Shim.
