" Here's a health unto our Master, the founder of the feast,|
I wish with all my heart, sir, your soul in heaven may rest,
That all your works may prosper, whate'er you take in hand,
For we are all your servants, and all at your command.
Then drink, boys, drink, and see you do not spill,
For if you do, you shall drink for two, for it is our Master's will."
" This is our Mistress' health, merrily singing,|
Bonfires in every town and the bells ringing;
Hark ! How the Spaniards cry, bullets are flying,
Now then away they run, for fear of dying."
" Here's a good health in the merry bright fountain,
" I've been to Plymouth and I've been to Dover,|
I've been a rambling, boys, all the world over,
Over, over, over, and over,
Drink up your liquor and turn the bowl over."
" Charlotte Paine is my name,|
England is my nation;
Fulking is my dwelling place,
And Christ is my salvation."
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