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<DATE>2009-12-05</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B090035.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Man in the Moon Drinks Clarret.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>As it was lately &s;ung at the Curtain Holy Well.</HI> To the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<L><HI>BAcchus</HI> the father of drunken Fowls,</L>
<L>Full Mazers, Beakers, Gla&s;&s;es, bowls,</L>
<L>Grea&s;ie Flapdragons, Flemi&s;h up&s;ie freeze,</L>
<L>With health &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">'d in arms upon naked knees</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 reel 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>than whats laid on by Claret,</L>
<L>Pearl and Ruby doth &s;et out the No&s;e,</L>
<L>when thin &s;mall beer doth mar it,</L>
<L>Rich wine is good, it heats the blood,</L>
<L>it makes an old man lu&s;ty,</L>
<L>The Young to brawl, and the Drawers 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 to whittle,</L>
<L>Then though twelve a Clock it be,</L>
<L>Yet all the way go roaring,</L>
<L>If the band of bills cry <HI>&s;tand,</HI></L>
<L>Swear that <HI>you mu&s;t a Who</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>Such Gambols, &s;uch tricks, &s;uch fegaries,</L>
<L>We fetch though we touch no Canaries:</L>
<L>Drink wine till the <HI>Welkin</HI> roars,</L>
<L>And cry out a pox of your Scores.</L>
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<L>In wine we call for bawdy Iiggs,</L>
<L>Catzoes, Rumbillows, whirligigs,</L>
<L><HI>Campo</HI> get in Huff Cap vain,</L>
<L>The Devil in the places you w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">t were reign,</L>
<L><HI>Brave wine it thus tickles our Heels,</HI></L>
<L>Mull'd well in wine none &s;orrow feels,</L>
<L><HI>Our Moon-man &amp; his powder-beef mad crew</HI></L>
<L>Thus caper thro' the liquor &s;weet <HI>turnip</HI> drew,</L>
<L><HI>Round about over tables and joint &s;tools</HI></L>
<L>let's dance with naked Rapiers,</L>
<L><HI>Cut the Fidle-&s;trings, and then like fools</HI></L>
<L>kick out the fum fum &s;crapees,</L>
<L><HI>There is no &s;ound that cares can wound,</HI></L>
<L>as lids of wine-pots clinking,</L>
<L><HI>There's no &s;uch &s;port, when all amort,</HI></L>
<L>men cry lets fall to drinking;</L>
<L>O 'tis happy Geer,</L>
<L>VVould each belly was filled here,</L>
<L>Herrings pickled mu&s;t be tickled,</L>
<L>Down to draw the liquor,</L>
<L>The &s;alt Sammon and fat Gammon,</L>
<L>Makes our wine drink quicker,</L>
<L>Our Man in the Moon drinks Clarret,</L>
<L>VVith powder-beef turnep and carret,</L>
<L>If he doth &s;o, why &s;hould nor you,</L>
<L>Drink until the Sky looks blew.</L>
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<L>Hey for a turn thus above Ground,</L>
<L>O my Noddle too heavy doth weigh,</L>
<L>Metheglin, Perry, Sider, nor &s;trong ale,</L>
<L>Are half &s;o heavy, be they nere &s;o &s;tale:</L>
<L>VVine in our Guts can never rumble,</L>
<L>Down now and then tho' it make us tumble;</L>
<L>Yet &s;crambling up a Drunkard feels no pain,</L>
<L>but crys Sirrah boy, ther pottle again,</L>
<L>VVe can drink no more unle&s;s we have</L>
<L>full pipes of Trinnidado,</L>
<L>Give us the be&s;t it keeps our brains</L>
<L>more warm than does freezado.</L>
<L>It makes us &s;ing and cry hey ding,</L>
<L>And laugh when Pipes lie broken,</L>
<L>For which to pay at going away,</L>
<L>we &s;corn a Mu&s;tard token;</L>
<L>Never cur&s;e the &s;awcy Score,</L>
<L>Out-&s;wear the bar you'll pay no more;</L>
<L>in the&s;e daies he is no Gallant</L>
<L>That cannot puff and &s;wagger,</L>
<L>though he dare not kill a &s;heep,</L>
<L>Yet out mu&s;t flie his dagger:</L>
<L><HI>If then you do love my Ho&s;ts Clarret,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fat powder-beef, turnip and carret,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Come again and again,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;till welcome Gentlemen,</HI></L>
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<P>Printed by and for <HI>A. M.</HI> and &s;old by the Book&s;ellers of <HI>London.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>New Mad Tom of <HI>Bedlam.</HI> OR,
<L>The Man in the Moon drinks Clarret,</L>
<L>VVith Powder-beef, Turnip and Carret.</L></HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune is, <HI>Grays-Inn Mask.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>FOrth from my &s;ad and dark&s;ome Cell,</L>
<L>Or from the deep abi&s;s of Hell,</L>
<L>Mad <HI>Tom</HI> is come to view the world again,</L>
<L>To &s;ee if he can ea&s;e his di&s;temper'd brain:</L>
<L>Fear and care both pierce the Soul,</L>
<L>Hark! how the angry Furies howl!</L>
<L><HI>Pluto</HI> laughs, and <HI>Pro&s;erpine</HI> is glad,</L>
<L>To &s;ee poor naked <HI>Tom</HI> of <HI>Bedlam</HI> mad:</L>
<L>Through the world I wander night and day</L>
<L>to find my &s;trangling Sen&s;es,</L>
<L>In an angry mood I found Old <HI>Time</HI></L>
<L>with's Pentarchy of Tenches,</L>
<L>When me he &s;pies away he flies,</L>
<L>For time will &s;tay for no man,</L>
<L>In vain with crys I rend the Skies,</L>
<L>For pity is not common,</L>
<L>Cold and Comfortle&s;s I lie,</L>
<L>Help, O help, or el&s;e I die.</L>
<L>Hark I hear <HI>Apollo</HI>'s Team,</L>
<L>The Carman gins to whi&s;tle,</L>
<L>Cha&s;t <HI>Diana</HI> bends her bow,</L>
<L>The Boar begins to bri&s;tle,</L>
<L>Come <HI>Vulcan</HI> with tools and with tackle,</L>
<L>Shake off my trouble&s;ome &s;hackle,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Charles</HI> make ready his wain</L>
<L>To bring me my Sen&s;es again.</L>
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<LG>
<L>La&s;t night I heard the <HI>Dog-Star</HI> bark,</L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI> met <HI>Venus</HI> in the dark,</L>
<L>Leaping <HI>Vulcan</HI> het an Iron bar,</L>
<L>And furiou&s;ly did run at the God of war,</L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI> with his weapon laid about,</L>
<L>But <HI>Vulcan</HI>'s temples had the gout,</L>
<L>His broad Horns did &s;o hang in his &s;ight,</L>
<L>He could not &s;ee to aim his blows aright:</L>
<L><HI>Mercury,</HI> the nimble Po&s;t of Heaven</L>
<L>&s;taid &s;till to &s;ee the Quarrel,</L>
<L>Gorrel be&s;tied <HI>Baccus</HI> Gyant like</L>
<L>be&s;trid a &s;trong beer barrel:</L>
<L>To me he drank, I did him thank,</L>
<L>but I could get no Sider,</L>
<L>He drank whole buts till he crackt his guts,</L>
<L>but mine were ne'er the wider.</L>
<L>Poor naked <HI>Tom</HI> is very dry,</L>
<L>A little drink for Charity:</L>
<L>Hark I hear <HI>Acteons</HI> hounds</L>
<L>The Hunt&s;man hoops and hollows,</L>
<L>Ringing Ryo&s;ter, Bowman Iowler,</L>
<L>At the Cha&s;e now follows,</L>
<L>The man in the Moon drinks Clarret;</L>
<L>With Powder-beef, Turnep and Carret,</L>
<L>A Cup of old Malago Sack</L>
<L>Will fire his bu&s;h at his back.</L>
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