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<NAME>Emma Leeson Huber</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE Courtiers Health; OR The merry <HI>BOYES</HI> of the TIMES</HEAD>
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<L>He that loves <HI>Sack,</HI> doth nothing lack,</L>
<L>If he but Loyal be,</L>
<L>He that denyes <HI>Bacchus</HI> &s;upplyes</L>
<L>Shows meere <HI>Hypocri&s;ie.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a new Tune, <HI>Come Boyes fill us a Bumper, Or My Lodging is on the Cold ground.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>Here &s;he &s;tands and fills it out amain,</L>
<L>Says they let's have the 'tother Bout agan.</L>
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<LG>
<L>COme boyes fill us a Bumper,</L>
<L>we'l make the Nation Roare,</L>
<L>She's grown &s;ick of a Rumper</L>
<L>that &s;ticks on the old &s;core.</L>
<L>Pox on <HI>Phanatticks</HI> rout 'um,</L>
<L>they thir&s;t for our blood,</L>
<L>We'l Taxes rai&s;e without 'um,</L>
<L>and drink for the Nations good.</L>
<L><HI>Fill the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a brimmer to the <HI>KING.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Round around, fill a fre&s;h one,</L>
<L>let no man bawk his Wine,</L>
<L>We'l drink to the next in Succe&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>and keep it in the Right Line,</L>
<L>Bring us ten thou&s;and gla&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>the more we drink we'r a dry,</L>
<L>We mind not the beautiful La&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>who&s;e Conque&s;t lyes all in the eye.</L>
<L><HI>Charge the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a brimmer to the <HI>KING</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>VVE Boyes are truly Loyal,</L>
<L>for <HI>Charles</HI> we'l venture all,</L>
<L>We know his blood is Royal,</L>
<L>his Name &s;hall never fall.</L>
<L>But tho&s;e that &s;eek his ruine</L>
<L>may chance to dye before him,</L>
<L>While we that Sack are woeing,</L>
<L>for ever will adore him;</L>
<L><HI>Fill the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a Brimmer to the <HI>KING,</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I hate tho&s;e &s;trange di&s;&s;enters</L>
<L>that &s;trives to bawk a gla&s;s,</L>
<L>He that at all Adventures</L>
<L>will &s;ee what comes to pa&s;s:</L>
<L>And let the Popi&s;h Faction</L>
<L>di&s;turb us if they can,</L>
<L>They ne'r &s;hall breed di&s;traction</L>
<L>in a true hearted man.</L>
<L><HI>Fill the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a Brimmer to the <HI>KING.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let the <HI>Phanatticks</HI> grumble</L>
<L>to &s;ee things cro&s;s their grain,</L>
<L>We'l make them now more humble</L>
<L>or ea&s;e them of their pain:</L>
<L>They &s;hall drink Sack amain too</L>
<L>as el&s;e they &s;hall be choak't,</L>
<L>We'l tell 'um 'tis in vain too</L>
<L>for us to be provok't.</L>
<L><HI>Fill the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a Brimmer to the <HI>KING.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He that denyes the Brimmer</L>
<L>&s;hall bani&s;h't be in this I&s;le,</L>
<L>And we will look more grimmer</L>
<L>till he begins to &s;mile:</L>
<L>We'l drown'd him in Canary</L>
<L>and make him all our own,</L>
<L>And when his Heart is merry</L>
<L>he'l drink to <HI>Charles</HI> in's Throne;</L>
<L><HI>Fill the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a Brimmer to the <HI>KING.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Quakers and Annabapti&s;t</L>
<L>we'l &s;ink them in a gla&s;s,</L>
<L>He deals mo&s;t plain and flatte&s;t</L>
<L>that &s;ayes he loves a La&s;s:</L>
<L>Then tumble down Canary</L>
<L>and let your brains go round,</L>
<L>For he that won't be merry</L>
<L>he can't at heart be &s;ound;</L>
<L><HI>Fill the Pottles and Gallons</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bring the Hog&s;head in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l begin with a Tallen</HI></L>
<L><HI>a Brimmer to the <HI>KING.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the <HI>Golden Ball</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-Smithfield&punc;</HI></P>
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