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( 5 ) With Shenkin, or Morgan, or Louman, or Teague, We into no covenant enter, or league, And therefore a jolly bold beggar I'll be, For none lead a life o jovial as he.

For uch pretty pledges, as hirts from the hedges, We never do fear being drawn upon fledges, Yet ometimes the whip does make us to kip, And then we from tithing to tithing do trip: But when in a poor boozing-ken we do bib it, We are more afraid of the tocks than the gibbet; And if from the tocks we keep out our feet, We fear not the Compter, Kings-bench or the Fleet.

Sometimes we frame ourelves to be lame, And when a coach comes, we hop to our game: We eldom micarry, or ever do marry, By Gown, common prayer, or Clerk Directory: They laugh, and they kis, & they ly down together, Like pigs in the peae, intangled they lie, And there they begot uch a beggar as I.

The T.

To its own proper Tune.

ontented I am, and contented I'll be,
 * for what can this world more afford,

Than a girl that will ociably fit on my knee,
 * and a cellar that’s very well tor'd my brave boys,
 * and a cellar that’s very well tor'd.

My vault door is open, decend every guet,
 * broach that cak, aye, that wine we will try:

'Tis as weet as the lips of your love to the tate,
 * and as bright as her cheek to the eye.

In a piece of lit hoop I my candle have tuck
 * it will light us ach bottle to hand,

The foot of my glas for the purpoe is broke,
 * for I hate that a bumper hould tand.