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<DATE>2008-12-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080847.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Man in the Moon drinks Claret, As it was lately &s;ung at the Curtain Holy wel to the &s;ame tune.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>BAcchus</HI> the Father of drunken Nowles,</L>
<L>Full Mazers Beakers Gla&s;&s;es bowles</L>
<L>Grea&s;ie Flapdragons flemi&s;h Vp&s;ie fr&eacute;eze</L>
<L>With healths &s;tab'd in arms upon naked <UNCLEAR>kn&eacute;es</UNCLEAR></L>
<L>Of all his wines he makes you ta&s;ters,</L>
<L>So you tipple like Bumba&s;ters.</L>
<L>Drink till you r&eacute;el a welcome he doth give,</L>
<L>O how the boon Claret makes you live,</L>
<L>Not a painter purer Colour &s;hows,</L>
<L>then whats laid on by Claret</L>
<L>Pearl and ruby both &s;et oot the no&s;e</L>
<L>when thin &s;mall b&eacute;er doth mar it.</L>
<L>Rich wine is good,</L>
<L>It heats the blood,</L>
<L>It makes an old man lu&s;ty,</L>
<L>The young to brawl.</L>
<L>And Drawers up call,</L>
<L>Before being too much mu&s;ty,</L>
<L>Whether you drink all or little,</L>
<L>Pot it &s;o your &s;elves you whitle,</L>
<L>Then thought twelve</L>
<L>A clock it <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">e</L>
<L>Yet all the way go roaring,</L>
<L>If the hand,</L>
<L>Of bills cry &s;tand.</L>
<L>Sweats that you mu&s;t a whor&mdash;</L>
<L>Such Gambols, &s;uch tricks, &s;uch F<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">garies,</L>
<L>We fetch though we touch no Canaryes,</L>
<L>French wine till the welkin roares,</L>
<L>And cry out a pox of your &s;cores.</L>
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<L>In wine we call for bawdy Iiggs,</L>
<L>Catzoes, Rumbiloes, Whirligigs,</L>
<L>Crambo got in the huff-cap vain.</L>
<L>The Divell in the places you wot where raign</L>
<L>Brave wine it is thus tickles our h&eacute;els,</L>
<L>Mull'd well in wine none &s;orrow feels.</L>
<L>Our Moon man and his Powder b&eacute;ef mad crew</L>
<L>thus caper through the liquor &s;w&eacute;et turnep drew</L>
<L>Round about over tables and joyn'd &s;tools,</L>
<L>lets dance with naked Rapiers.</L>
<L>Cut the fidle &s;trings and then like fools,</L>
<L>kick out the fum fum &s;crapers,</L>
<L>There is no &s;ound,</L>
<L>The cares can wound</L>
<L>As lids of wine pots clinking</L>
<L>Theres no &s;uch &s;port</L>
<L>When all amort</L>
<L>Man cry lets fall to drinking,</L>
<L>O tis nappy g&eacute;er,</L>
<L>would each belly was fil'd here</L>
<L>Herrings pickel'd</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be tickel'd,</L>
<L>Down to draw the liquor,</L>
<L>The &s;alt Sammon</L>
<L>And fat Gammon,</L>
<L>Makes your wine drink quicker,</L>
<L>Our man in the Moon drinks Claret,</L>
<L>With Powder b&eacute;ef turnep and Carret,</L>
<L>If he doth &s;o why &s;hould not you</L>
<L>Drink wine untill the Sky looks blew,</L>
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<L>Hey for a turn thus above ground hey,</L>
<L>O my noddle too heavy doth way,</L>
<L>Metheglin Perry Syder nor &s;trong Ale,</L>
<L>Are half &s;o heavy be they nere &s;o &s;tale</L>
<L>Wine in our guts can never ruuthle,</L>
<L>Down now and than though it make us &s;tumble</L>
<L>Yet &s;cambling up a drunkard f&eacute;els no pain</L>
<L>But cryes &s;irra boy tother pottle again,</L>
<L>We can drink no more unle&s;&s;e we have</L>
<L>full pipes of Trinidado,</L>
<L>Give us the be&s;t it k&eacute;eps our brains</L>
<L>more warm then can fr&eacute;zado.</L>
<L>It makes us &s;ing,</L>
<L>And cry hey jing,</L>
<L>And laugh when Pipes lye broken</L>
<L>For which to pay</L>
<L>At going away,</L>
<L>We &s;corn a Mu&s;tard Token.</L>
<L>Never cur&s;e the &s;awcy &s;core</L>
<L>Out &s;wear the bar you'l pay no more.</L>
<L>In the&s;e dayes</L>
<L>He is no Gallant,</L>
<L>That cannot puff and &s;wagger</L>
<L>Though he dare not kill a &s;h&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>Yet out mu&s;t flye his Dagger.</L>
<L>If then you do love my Oa&s;t Claret,</L>
<L>Fat Powder b&eacute;ef turnep and Carret,</L>
<L>Come agen and agen</L>
<L>And &s;till welcome Gentlemen.</L>
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<P>Printed for F. Coles T. Vere, and VV Gilbert&s;on</P>
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