Catches, canons and drinking songs
Odzooks! what a pother,
about this and t’other,
your Weelkes, and your Hine
with his old clothes,
I scorn, come, boys, let’s drink about,
then fill up your glasses,
and drink to the lasses,
the sheriff, the parson,
we all make a farce on,
come, boys, let’s drink about,
in spite of their toils,
and all their damned broils
’bout our liberties civil,
send both to the Devil,
come, boys, let’s drink about.