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<DATE>2010-01-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Susie Lorand</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B090034.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>A Song in Prai&s;e of the Leather Bottel.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Shewing how Gla&s;&s;es and Pots are laid a&s;ide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Flaggons and Noggins they cannot abide;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And let all Wives do what they can,</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis for the Prai&s;e and &V;&s;e of Man;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And this you may very well be&s;ure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Leather Bottel will longest endure:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And I wi&s;h in Heaven his Soul may dwell;</HI></L>
<L><HI>That first devi&s;ed the Leather Bottel.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Bottel-maker's Delight,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>GOd above that made all things,</L>
<L>The Heavens, the Earth, and all therein,</L>
<L>The Ships that on the Sea do &s;wim,</L>
<L>To keep the Enemies out that none comes in;</L>
<L>And let them all do what they can,</L>
<L>'Tis for the U&s;e and Prai&s;e of Man:</L>
<L><HI>And I wi&s;h in Heaven is Soul may dwell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That fir&s;t devi&s;ed the Leather Bottel.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then what do you &s;ay to tho&s;e Cans of Wood?</L>
<L>In faith they are, and cannot be good;</L>
<L>For when a Man he doth them &s;end</L>
<L>To be filled with Ale, as he doth intend;</L>
<L>The Bearer falleth down by the way,</L>
<L>And on the ground the Liquor doth lay;</L>
<L>And then the Bearer begins to ban,</L>
<L>And &s;woars it is long of the Wooden Can;</L>
<L>But had it been in a Leather Bottel,</L>
<L>Although he had fallen, yet all had been well:</L>
<L><HI>And I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then what do you &s;ay to tho&s;e Gla&s;&s;es fine?</L>
<L>Yes, they &s;hall have no Prai&s;e of mine;</L>
<L>For when a Company they are &s;et</L>
<L>For to be merry, as we are met;</L>
<L>Then if you chance to touch the Brim,</L>
<L>Down falls the Liquor and all therein;</L>
<L>If your Table-cloath be never &s;o fine,</L>
<L>There lies your Beer, Ale or Wine:</L>
<L>It may be for a &s;mall Abu&s;e,</L>
<L>A young Man may his Service lo&s;e:</L>
<L>But had it been in a Leather Bottel,</L>
<L>And the Stopple in, then all had been well:</L>
<L><HI>And I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then what do you &s;ay to the&s;e black Pots three?</L>
<L>True, they &s;hall have no Prai&s;e of me,</L>
<L>For when a Man and his Wife falls at Strife,</L>
<L>As many have done, I know, in their Life;</L>
<L>They lay their Hands on the Pot both,</L>
<L>And loath they are to lo&s;e their Broath;</L>
<L>The one doth tug, the other doth ill,</L>
<L>Betwixt them both the Liquor doth &s;pill;</L>
<L>But they &s;hall an&s;wer another Day,</L>
<L>For ca&s;ting their Liquor &s;o vainly away:</L>
<L>But had it been in the Leather Bottel,</L>
<L>They might have tugg'd, till their Hearts did ake,</L>
<L>And yet their Liquor no harm could take:</L>
<L>They might have rugg'd, till their Hearts did ake:</L>
<L><HI>Then I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then what do you &s;ay to the Silver Flaggons fine?</L>
<L>True, they &s;hall have no Prai&s;e of mine;</L>
<L>For when a Lord he doth them &s;end</L>
<L>To be filled with Wine as he doth intend;</L>
<L>The Man with the Flaggon he doth run away,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e it is Silver mo&s;t gallant and gay:</L>
<L>O then the Lord he begins to ban,</L>
<L>And &s;wears he hath lo&s;t both Flaggon and Man;</L>
<L>There is never a Lord's Serving man, or Groom,</L>
<L>But with his Leather Bottel may come:</L>
<L><HI>Then I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Leather Bottel we know is good,</L>
<L>Far better than Gla&s;&s;es or Cans of Wood,</L>
<L>For when a Man is at work in the Field,</L>
<L>Your Gla&s;&s;es and Pots no Comfort will yield;</L>
<L>Then a good Leather Bottle &s;tanding him by,</L>
<L>He may drink always when he is a dty;</L>
<L>It will revive the Spirits and comfort the Brain,</L>
<L>Wherefore let none this Bottle refrain:</L>
<L><HI>For I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Al&s;o the hone&s;t Sith-man too,</L>
<L>He knew not very well what to do,</L>
<L>But for his Bottle &s;tanding him near,</L>
<L>That is filled with good Hou&s;hold-beer:</L>
<L>At Dinner he &s;its him down to eat,</L>
<L>With good hard Chee&s;e, and Bread or Meat;</L>
<L>Then this Bottle he takes up amain,</L>
<L>And drinks and &s;ets him down again;</L>
<L>Saying, Good Bottle, &s;tand my Friend,</L>
<L>And hold out till this Day doth end:</L>
<L><HI>For I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And likewi&s;e the Hay-makers they,</L>
<L>When as they are turning and making their Hay,</L>
<L>In Summer-weather, when as it is warm,</L>
<L>A good Bottel full then will do them no harm;</L>
<L>And at Noon-time they &s;it them down,</L>
<L>To drink in their Bottles of Ale nut-brown;</L>
<L>Then the Lads and La&s;&s;es begins to tattle,</L>
<L>What &s;hould we do but for this Bottle?</L>
<L>They could not work if this Bottle were done,</L>
<L>For the Day's &s;o hot with heat of the Sun:</L>
<L><HI>Then I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Al&s;o the Leader, Lader, and the Pitcher,</L>
<L>The Reaper, Hedger, and the Ditcher,</L>
<L>The Binder, and the Raker, and all</L>
<L>About the Bottel's Ears doth fall;</L>
<L>And if his Liquor be almo&s;t gone,</L>
<L>His Bottel he will part with to none,</L>
<L>But &s;ays, My Bottel is but &s;mall,</L>
<L>One Drop I will not part withal:</L>
<L>You mu&s;t go drink at &s;ome Spring or Well,</L>
<L>For I will keep my Leather Bottel:</L>
<L><HI>Then I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus you may hear of a Leather Bottel,</L>
<L>When at it is filled with Liquor full well,</L>
<L>Though the Sub&s;tance of it be but &s;mall,</L>
<L>Yet the Name of the thing is all.</L>
<L>There's never a Lord, Earl, or Knight,</L>
<L>But in a Bottel doth take Delight;</L>
<L>For when he is hunting of the Deer,</L>
<L>He often doth wi&s;h for a Bottle of Beer:</L>
<L>Likewi&s;e the Man that works at the Wood,</L>
<L>A Bottel of Beer doth oft do him good:</L>
<L><HI>Then I wi&s;h,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then when this Bottel doth grow old,</L>
<L>And will good Liquor no longer hold,</L>
<L>Our of the Side you may take a Clout,</L>
<L>Will mend your Shooes when they'r worn out;</L>
<L>El&s;e take it and bang it upon a Pin,</L>
<L>It will &s;erve to put many odd Trifles in,</L>
<L>As Hinges, Awls, and Candle-ends,</L>
<L>For young Beginners mu&s;t have &s;uch things:</L>
<L><HI>Then I wi&s;h in Heaven his Soul may dwell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That fir&s;t devi&s;ed the Leather Bottel.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed by and for <HI>W. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">
.</HI> and &s;old by <HI>J. Walter,</HI> at the Hand and Pen in <HI>High Holbourn.</HI></P>
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