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| SOME, faith, since I’m parting, and that God knows when | |
| The walls of sweet Wickham I shall see again; | |
| Let’s e’en have a frolic, and drink like tall men, | |
| Till heads with healths go round. | |
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| And first to Sir William, I’ll take ’t on my knee | 5 |
| He well doth deserve that a brimmer it be: | |
| More brave entertainments none ere gave than he; | |
| Then let his health go round. | |
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| Next to his chaste lady, who loves him alife; | |
| And whilst we are drinking to so good a wife, | 10 |
| The poor of the parish will pray for her life; | |
| Be sure her health go round. | |
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| And then to young Will, the heir of this place; | |
| He’ll make a brave man, you may see’t in his face; | |
| I only could wish we had more of the race; | 15 |
| At least let his health go round. | |
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| To well-graced Victoria the next room we owe; | |
| As virtuous she’ll prove as her mother, I trow, | |
| And somewhat in housewifery more she will know; | |
| O let her health go round! | 20 |
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| To plump Bess, her sister, I drink down this cup; | |
| Birlackins (my masters) each man must take’t up; | |
| ’Tis foul play (I bar it) to simper and sup, | |
| When such a health goes round. | |
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| And now helter-skelter to th’ rest of the house, | 25 |
| The most are good fellows, and love to carouse; | |
| Who’s not, may go sneak-up; he’s not worth a louse, | |
| That stops a health i’ th’ round. | |
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| To th’ clerk, so he’ll learn to drink in the morn; | |
| To Heynous, that stares when he has quaft up his horn; | 30 |
| To Philip, by whom good ale ne’er was forlorn; | |
| These lads can drink a round. | |
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| John Chandler! come on, here’s some warm beer for you; | |
| A health to the man that this liquor did brew; | |
| Why, Hewet! there’s for thee; nay, take’t, ’tis thy due, | 35 |
| But see that it go round. | |
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| Hot Coles is on fire, and fain would be quench’d; | |
| As well as his horses the groom must be drench’d; | |
| Who’s else? let him speak, if his thirst he’d have stench’d | |
| Or have his health go round. | 40 |
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| And now to the women, who must not be coy. | |
| A glass, Mistress Cary, you know’s but a toy; | |
| Come, come, Mistress Sculler, no pardonnez moy, | |
| It must, it must go round. | |
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| Dame Nell, so you’ll drink, we’ll allow you a sop. | 45 |
| Up with’t, Mary Smith; in your draught never stop. | |
| Law! there now, Nan German has left ne’er a drop, | |
| And so must all the round. | |
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| Jane, Joan, Goody Lee, great Meg, and the less, | |
| Ye must not be squeamish, but do as did Bess: | 50 |
| How th’ others are named, If I could but guess, | |
| I’d call them to the round. | |
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| And now, for my farewell, I drink up this quart; | |
| To you, lads and lasses, e’en with all my heart: | |
| May I find ye ever, as now when we part, | 55 |
| Each health still going round. | |
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