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IX
DRIAKS.
"
Be
your
liqiior
small,
or
as
thick
as
mudd,
The
cheating
bottle
cryes,
good,
good, good,
Whereat
the
master
begins
to
storme,
Cause
he
said
more
than
he
could
performe.
And
I
wish
that
his
heires
may
7iever
want
Sacky
That
first
devis'd
the
bonny
black
Jack.
No
Tankerd,
Flaggon,
Bottle
nor
Jugg
Are
half
so
good,
or
so
well
can
hold
Tugg,
For
when
they
are
broke,
or
full
of
cracks.
Then
they
must
fly
to
the
brave
black
Jacks.
And
I
wish,
etc.
When
the
Bottle
and
Jack
stands
together,
O
fie
on't,
The
Bottle
looks
just
like
a
dwarfe
to
a
Gyant;
Then
had
we
not
reason
Jacks
to
chuse
For
this'l
make
Boots,
when
the
Bottle
mends
shoes.
And
I
wishy
etc.
And
as
for
the
bottle
you
never
can
fill
it
Without
a
Tunnell,
but
you
must
spill
it,
Tis
as
hard
to
get
in,
as
it
is
to
get
out,
'Tis
not
so
with
a
Jack,
for
it
runs
like
a
Spout
And
I
wishy
etc.
And
when
we
have
drank
out
all
our
store,
The
Jack
goes
for
Barme
to
brew
us
some
more
And
when
our
Stomacks
with
hunger
have
bled.
Then
it
marches
for
more
to
make
us
some
bread.
And
I
wishy
etc.
I
now
will
cease
to
speak
of
the
Jack,
But
hope
his
assistance
I
never
shall lack,
And
I
hope
that
now
every
honest
man,
Instead
of
Jack
will
y'clip
him
John.
And
I
wishy
etc."
But
the
composer
of
''A
Song
in
praise
of
the
Leather
Bottel
"
could
rise
to
the
magnitude
of
his