he Glasses,
The Rags were burnt to Ashes,
_And_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

_The Second_ PART.

And then came in a Hatter,
To see what was the matter,
He scorn'd to drink cold Water,
Amongst that Jovial Crew;
And like a Man of Courage stout,
He took the Quart-Pot by the Snout,
And never left till all was out,
_O_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

The Taylor being nimble,
With Bodkin, Shears and Thimble,
He did no whit dissemble,
I think his name was _True_;
He said that he was like to choak,
And he call'd so fast for Lap and Smoak,
Until he had pawn'd the Vinegar Cloak,
_For_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

Then came a pitiful Porter,
Which often did resort there,
Quoth he, I'll shew some Sport here,
Amongst the Jovial Crew;
The Porter he had very bad luck,
Before that it was ten a Clock,
The Fool got Drunk, and lost his Frock,
_For_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

The bonny brave Shoe-maker,
A brave Tobacco taker,
He scorn'd to be a Quaker,
I think his Name was _Hugh_;
He call'd for Liquor in so fast,
Till he forgot his Awl and Last,
And up the Reckoning he did cast,
_Whilst_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

And then came in the Weaver,
You never saw a braver,
With a Silk Man and a Glover,
_Tom Tinker_ for to view;
And so to welcom him to Town,
They every Man spent half a Crown,
And so the Drink went merrily down,
_For_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

Then came a Drunken _Dutchman_,
And he would have a touch, Man,
But he soon took too much, Man,
Which made them after rue;
He drank so long as I suppose,
'Till greasie Drops fell from his Nose,
And like a Beast befoul'd his Hose,
_Whilst_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

A _Welchman_ he came next, Sir,
With Joy and Sorrow Mixt, Sir,
Who being partly vex'd, Sir,
He out his Dagger drew;
Cuts-plutter-a-nails, quoth _Taffy_ then,
A _Welchman_ is a Shentleman,
Come Hostess fill's the other Cann,
_For_ Joan's _Ale_, &c.

Thus like to Men of Courage stout,
Couragiously they drank about,
Till such time all the Ale was out,
As I may tell to you;
And when the Business was done,
They every man departed home,
And promis'd _Joan_ again to come,
_When she had Brew'd anew_.

_The Soldiers Fortune: Or, the taking_ Mardyke.

[Music]

When first _Mardyke_ was made a Prey,
'Twas Courage that carry'd the Fort away,
Then do not lose your Valours Prize,
By gazing on your Mistresses Eyes;
But put off your Petticoat-parley,
Potting and sotting, and laughing and quaffing Canary,
Will make a g