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DRINKS.
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Before
the
Navyes
fall
to
Work,
They
know
who
shall
be
Winner
They
there
can
tell
ye
what
the
Turk
Last
Sunday
had
to
Dinner
Who
last
did
cut
Du
Ruitter's
CornSj
Amongst
his
jovial
Crew
;
Or
Who
first
gave
the
Devil
Horn§.
Which
cannot
but
be
true.
A
Fisherman
did
boldly
tell,
And
strongly
did
avouch,
He
Caught
a
Shoal
of
Mackarel,
That
Parley'd
all
in
Dutch,
And
cry'd
out,
Yaw,
yaw,
yaw
y
Myne
Here
;
But
as
the
Draught
they
Drew,
They
Struck
for
fear
that
Monck
was
there,
Which
cannot
but
be
true.
Another
Swears
by
both
his
Ears,
Mounsieur
will
cut
our
Throats
;
The
French
King
will
a
Girdle
bring.
Made
of
Flat-bottom'd
Boats
;
Shall
compas
England
round
about.
Which
must
not
be
a
i^vf,
To
give
our
Englishmen
the
Rout
This
sounds
as
if
'twere
true.
There's
nothing
done
in
all
the
World,
From
Monarch
to
the
Mouse,
But
every
Day
or
Night
'tis
hurl'd
Into
the
Coffee-house.
What
Lillie
or
what
Booker.
c^j[\
By
Art,
not
bring
about
At
Coffee-house
you'l
find
a
Man,
Can
quickly
find
it
out.
They'l
tell
ye
there,
what
Lady-ware,
Of
late
is
grown
too
light