Politics & government

      The Wine-Coopers Delight.

   To the Tune of, The Delights of the Bottle.

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THe Delights of the Bottle are turn'd out of doors,
By factious fanatical Sons of damn'd Whores.
trench Wines Prohibition meant no other thing,
But to poyſon the Subject, and begger the K--------
Good Nature's ſuggeſted with Dregs like to choak her,
Of fulſom ſtum'd Wine by the curſed Wine-Cooper.

                                 2.

Out plaguy Wine-Cooper has tamper'd Co much,
To find out the ſubtilty of the falſe Dutch.
He tinctures prickt White-wine, that never was good,
Till it mantles, and ſparkles, and looks like Bulls bloud.
But when it declines, and its Spirits expire,
He adds more Ingredients, and makes it look higher.

                                 3.

Hi, old rotten Pipes, where he keeps all this Traſh,
For fear they ſhould burſt, Sir, he hoops them with Aſh.
When the Sophiſtication begins for to froth,
And boyls on the Fret, Sir, he wiſely pulls forth
A Tap which gives vent, to the grounds of the Cauſe,
And then is to vamp up a ſecond red Note.

                                 4.

Then this dungy Wine-Cooper ſtops it up again,
And keeps it unvended till't's all on a flame.
The Intelligences then were invented to (how,
Where Wine of ſtrange Vertues in plenty did flow.
People from all parts of the Nation did come,
Both Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, Doctor and Bum.

                                 5.

The Cooper then pulls the Tap out of the fide,
And drinks to the Elders of all his good Tribe.
But when they had guild about all their Bowls,
They found a ſtrange Freedom it gave to their Souls,
Of Secrets in Nature, that never were known,
It gave Inſpiration from Begger to Throne.

                                 6.

For the Cooper himſelf full Brimmers did draw,
And all the whole Gang were oblig'd to do ſo.
Amongſt theſe Cabals there was no ſuch a thing,
As a Health once propos'd to the D—or the King,
But drank to that Idol, that hopes in their powers,
And Sons of moſt Infamous Hackney old Whores.

                                 7.

Then the Rabble had notice from Smith and from Ben,
What a heavenly Liquor was ſent amongſt men.
Both Tinkers and Coblers, the Broom-men and Sweep,
Before this Wine-Cooper in Flocks they did meet,
And each under foot ſtarmpt his old greazy Bonnet,
To drink M—Health, Sir, whatever came on it.

                                 8.

The Cooper perceiving his Trade to approach,
He then was reſolved once more to debauch.
To encourage the Rabble, and ſhew himſelf ſtout,
He pull'd out the Spigot amongſt the whole Rout;
Which kind neſs provokt them to ſwear they wou'd bring
Such Trade to his Houſe, as wou'd make him a K—

                                 9.

A Hat or a Pottle was ſtill at the Tap,
But Zealots ſometimes laid their mouths to the Fat.
They charg'd their brisk Bumpers ſo many times round,
Till part of the Mobile ſprawl'd on the ground.
But when this damn'd Liquor was got in their Pates,
They fell to Bumbaſting, Diſord'ring of States.

                                 10.

They began to Cant dangers by formal Sedition,
And ſwear lawful Allegiance, 'gainſt lawful Succeſſion.
When theſe Propoſitions began to take fire,
They ſerew'd their Preſumptions a hole or two higher.
But ſtill they keep under Hugh Peters's Cloak,
To bring in the Devil, to drive out the Pope,

                                 11.

But then they began for to pick at the Crown,
Each thinking that he deſerv'd one of his own.
Then all the Kings Guards they thought fit to Indict,
And ſwear Treaſon 'gainſt all that maintain'd the K.Right.
Both Papist and Protestant, no matter whether,
They are none of our Party, let's hang them together.

                                 12.

Next the chief of our Game is to keep the K—poor,
And our Senators muſt the Militia ſecure.
The Navy and Cinque-ports we'l have in our hands,
And then we'l make Kingdoms obey our Commands.
Then if Ch------do withſtand us, we need not to fight,
To make Eighty one to out do Forty eight.

                                 13.

Whatever Objections great Loyalliſts bring,
Old Adam liv'd happy without e're a King.
Then why may not we, that's much wiſer than he,
Subdue the whole World, Sir, by our Sov'raignty ?
If one man alone can keep Three Nations under,
Then why may not we that are Kings without number ?

                                 14.

Right, ſaid the Cooper, and ſhak'd his old Noddle,
Three Kingdoms we'l toſs, like a Child in a Cradle.
Stick cloſe to this Liquor which I do prepare,
'Twill make us as ſplendid, as Noll in his Chair.
We'le kindle old Plots, by inventing of new,
Till none ſhall be ſafe but the Cooper and You.

                                 15.

Oh brave Boys! oh brave Boys! thus the Rabble did roar,
Tantivies and Tories ſhall Hector no more
By us they're out-acted, to us they ſhall bend,
Whilſt we to our Dignities freely aſcend.
Then they were dead drunk as the devil could make 'urn,
And fell faſt aſleep, as ten Drums could not wake 'um.

                                 16.

In the Piſs and the Spew the poor Cooper did paddle,
To ſlop up his Tap, but the Knave was not able.
For his Limbs like a Tortoiſe did ſhrivle and creaſe,
Down drops the Wine-Cooper with the other Beaſts.
And there the whole Litter as yet doth abide,
At the Sign of the Butt, with the Tap in one ſide.

LONDON, Printed for H. L. in Weſtminſter-Hall. MDCLXXXI.