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 But the jade being wanton, She must needs play the whore, So eagerly that was her fame, Then I solemnly swore, I would love her no more. But laugh at her folly and shame.

But blest be the hour, That first gave her power Of Cupid, that little blind boy, Though I cannot deny, Sometimes by the bye. All the pleasures of love I enjoy’d.

E tippling fouls, as ye pass by, Step in and taste, I know you're dry, And when you've done, don't take't amiss, To pawn your shirt for a jug of this.

Now gentlemen before you call, I can neither write on board nor wall, For the meaning of my song is this, I can't trust you a quart of this.

It's you that have got half a crown, Are kindly welcome to sit down, And if you have got your money flush, You may prime your nose o'er a jug of this.

You gods that sees a future state, Some other beasts may have their fate; May the gods transform me to fish, That I might swim in a jug of this.