Catches, canons and drinking songs
Our friend at the Maremaid's down, down, at Punts there is evil Sack, tis Poison all at the Crown; at Eiges let us take thy motion, Will is good, as to what concerns ye Cyder, but then there's a thing in a Hood no flesh alive can abide her, the Liquor's wholesome, right, 'tis a Purge & a Vomit too, for the Liquor will make a Man S-, make him S-, and the Landlady make him Spue.