Loves Carouse,
Or, The young mens Healths.
For divers Young-men being merry,
They drank Healths to their Loves in Sherry.
Tune,
Joans Placket, &c.
A Iovial crew of lively Lads;
all in a merry vain,
Did drink unto their swéethearts all,
their true loves to obtain
for men and maids,
to be Comrades
Is counted a gallant thing
and he that gains his Sweet-hearts love,
Conceits himself a King.
Let pottles flie
Drink barrels drie.
Whilst rivers fill with rain,
and when the bowle is passed round,
Wee'l drink to them again.
Come here's a health to bonny
Besse,
that loves me with her heart,
Shee'l cast her eyes, up to the skies,
and knows her Mothers art
shee'l clip and kisse,
what harme is this,
Her Middle I can span,
'tis her delight for to imbrace
A loving hearted man.
Let pottles flye, &c.
Come heres a cup to nimble
Nan,
whose chéeks are like a rose,
Shee's swéet & neat, and kisses sweet
and like a Lady goes,
her forehead high,
and rowling eye
Has so intangled me
that I am taken cast, and thrown,
In loves captivity,
Let pottles flie
Drink barrels drie, &c,
Ile drink a health to
Margery,
the Milk-maid frank and free
Who chanc'd to loose her maidenhead
alas what remedy,
A merry Lasse
may serve to passe
Ile take her for my own
there's more that does such
Venus tricks
Although it is not known
Let pottles flie, &c.
Then hears a health to jumping
Joan
whose Placket now is sound
For why the mending of the same,
has cost me twenty pound
shee's right and streight,
(as well as
Kate)
This I can justifie,
for being lately underlaid
Shee'l tread no more a wry,
Let pottles flie,
Drink barrels drie:
Whilst rivers fill with rain
and when the bowle is passed round
Wee'l drink to them again.
The second part
to the same tune.
COme heres a bowle to smiling
Sue
a Semster I know well
All sorts of néedlework she makes
and cut work she can sell,
fine
Sarah may,
give her the way
For none like her shall be
the firm injoyer of my heart
In love and unity.
Let pottles flie,
Drink barrels dry
Whilst rivers fill with rain
and when the bowle is passed round
Wee'l drink to them again
Ile drink a health to merry
Moll
(alas I weep for
Nelly)
Who chanc'd to leave this wicked world
being troubled with her belly
but
Mary fair
whom I love deare
She is my only Ioy,
wée'l wed, and bed: and hope to get
A lusty chopping boy
Let pottles flye, &c.
Come here's a glasse to goodly
Grace
a Virgin chaste and pure
Her beauty like the Sun more bright
and firmer will indure,
her scarlet hue
and veins true blew
Her skin like Lillies white
invites my heart to
Cupids feast
To taste of loves delight,
Let pottles flie, &c.
Ile drink a Bowle to royall
Rose
the Phenix of them all
There's no man can her honor pluck
but first their own must fal
a Virgin rare
more swéet then aire
Is she whom I love best,
my heart within her heart is plac'd
And harbours in her brest,
Let pottles flie, &c.
Come here's a health to pretty
Peg
a merry Country Lasse
Although her credit has béen crack'd
at
London it shall passe
to quit all strife
she is my wife,
then make no more to do,
for I dare say that she will prove
Both faire and honest too,
Let pottles flie, &c.
Ile drink a glasse to jolly
Joyce,
the Mistris of my mind
Let others prattle what they will
no harm in her I finde
If shee'l agree
to fancy me
(as other maidens doe)
Ile quite wipe off all former scores
I marry and thank you too,
Let pottles flie, &c.
Come here's a health to all our Loves
I mean in general
The next shall be in Sherry Sack
for Clarret is too smal,
Love shal abound
In drinking round,
And constant be for aie
Come Drawer filst' other quart
And tel us what's to pay
Let pottles flie
Drink barrels drie
Whilst rivers fill with rain
for when the bowle is passed round
Wee'l drink to them again
S.S.
FINIS
London Printed for Fra. Grove.