The Pot Companions: OR, Drinking and Smoaking preferr'd before Caballing and Plotting.
By a new Moddel'd Gang of honest brave Fellows, That neither are Tories nor Whiggs in an Ale-house.
To a Play-house Tune, call'd, Thus all the day long we are frolick and gay: Or, We'l teach the little Dogs, &c.
COme make a good Toast,
and stir up the Fire;
And f [...]ll the great Tankard
of what we admire:
Then bring in a Paper
of excellent Fogoe,
That we may perfume
the whole House with the Hogoe:
And here let us sit
like Honest brave Fellows,
That neither are Tories
nor Whigs in an Ale-House.
And here let us sit, &c.
We'l raise no Disputes
of the Church nor the State,
To waken the Plot,
which has slept out its date:
Nor came we to treat
of the Cities great Charter,
But onely to Drink
to the Sons of the Martyr:
And better it is
to be Honestly Sotting,
Then live to be Hang'd
for Caballing and Plotting.
And better, &c.
Since Freedom or Death
is out of our power,
What have we to do
with the Lords in the Tower?
We'l leave them to Justice,
let that take its course;
And set every Saddle
upon the right Horse:
Though the Witnesses fade,
and the Plot's almost rotten;
Yet Presbyter-Jack
will ne'r [...]e forgotten.
Though the Witnesses fade, &c.
We have nothing to do
with the fudes of the Nation,
With old Magna Charta,
nor th'Association:
Let S— fancy
himself to be Crowning;
Or beg his Quietus,
and venture a Drowning:
Let Black-Coat go on,
and raise up his story:
That's nothing to us,
let the Saints have their Glory.
Let Black, &c.
Though the Spaniards were Landed,
which B— recounted;
And all the Commissions
which Coat gave were mounted:
And little Don John
did lead these brave fellows,
The Devil a Foot
would we stir from the Ale-house
When they have rais'd Armies
by Praying and Winking,
'Tis we that maintain them
with Smoaking and Drinking,
When they have, &c.
Then away to the King
let the Tankard go round;
May the Plots and the Plotters
each other confound:
To His Highness the Duke,
and the Royal Successors,
And every Member
of Loyal Addressers:
To the Honest Lord Mayor,
and all other old Christians;
But guard us good Lord
from these whineing Phylistines.
To the honest Lord Mayor, &c.
Printed for R. Crumbdy. 1688