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44 Songs Compleat,
Come Vulcan with Tools and Tackles,
And knock off my troublesome Shackles :
Bid Charles make ready his Wain,
To find my lost Senses again.
Last Night I heard the Dog-star bark,
Mars met Venus in the Dark :
Limping Vulcan heat an Iron Bar,
And furiously ran at the God of War.
Mars with his Weapon laid about,
Limping Vulcan had the Gout,
For his broad Horns hung so in his Light,
That he could not see to aim aright.
Mercury, the nimble Post of Heaven,
Stay'd to see the Quarrel,
Gorrel Belly Bacchus giantly bestrid
A Strong Beer Barrel.
To me he drank, I did him thank,
But I could drink no Sider ;
He drank whole Butts 'till he burst his Guts,
But mine were ne'er the wider.
Poor Tom is very dry,
A little Drink for Charity :
Hark ; I hear Acteorfs Hounds,
The Hunts-man whoops and Hallows,
Ringwood, Rockwood, Jowler, Bowman,
All the Chace doth follow.
The Man in the Moon drinks Garret,
Eats powder'd Beef, Turnep and Carret,
But a Cup of old Malago Sack,
Will fire the Bush at his Back.
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