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Pleasant and Divertive.
Old Simon the King.
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IN a humour I was late,
As many good fellows be ;
To think of no matters of State,
But seek for good Company :
That best contented me.
I travell'd up and down ;
No Company I could find ;
Till I came to the sight of the Crown :
My Hostess was sick of the Mumps,
The Maid was ill at ease,
The Tapster was drunk in his Dumps ;
They were all of one disease,
Says Old Simon the King.
Considering in my mind,
And thus I began to think ;
If a Man be full to the Throat,
And cannot take off his drink,
And if his drink will not down,
He may hang himself for shame ;
So may the Tapster at the Crown,
Whereupon this reason I frame ;
Drink will make a Man Drunk,
And Drunk will make a Man dry ;
Dry will make a Man sick
And sick will make a Man Die.
Says Old Simon the King.
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