Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: Come here’s the good health, Master Steward...
Text:
Come here’s the good health, Master Steward proposes,
to our members that elsewhere are fuddling their noses,
though now they desert us, we shall catch ‘em one day,
we’ll drink and merry with what they must pay,
but though they are absent let’s do ‘em no wrong,
for their liquor we’ll pay ’em with a song.
