Catches, canons and drinking songs
Ring the bells,
and the glasses pull away,
he that leads, we will set all
the vessels in the house on their heads,
’tis a grand pitcher day,
ler us drink to our power,
we’ll have full sixty rounds,
and outdo the Tower,
our King we have again,
now all your pitchers clatter,
and may he, like Gideon,
all his enemies scatter.