Catches, canons and drinking songs
Soldier, Soldier, take off thy Wine, and shake thy locks, and shake thy locks as I shake mine; how can I poor locks shake, that have but Ten, I have but Ten Haires on my Pate, and one of them must go for Tythes, so there remains, so there remains but Four and Five, Four and Five, and that makes Nine, then take off your drink, then take off your drink as I take mine.