Here's Cyder too, ye little wot,
How oft 'twill make ye go to Pot,
'Tis Red-streak all, or it is not,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Here's Scholar that has doft his Gown,
And donn'd his Cloak and come to Town,
'Till all's up drink his College down,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Here's _North_-down, which in many a Case,
Pulls all the Blood into the Face,
Which blushing is a sign of Grace,
_Which no Body_, &c.
If Belly full of Ale doth grow,
And Women runs in Head you know,
Old _Pharoah_ will not let you go,
_Which no Body can deny._
Here's that by some bold Brandy hight,
Which _Dutch-men_ use in Case of fright,
Will make a Coward for to Fight,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Here's _China_ Ale surpasseth far,
What _Munden_ vents at _Temple-bar_,
'Tis good for Lords and Ladies Ware,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Here's of _Epsom_ will not Fox
You, more than what's drawn out of Cocks
Of _Middleton_, yet cures the Pox,
_Which no Body_, &c.
For ease of Heart, here's that will do't,
A Liquor you may have to boot,
Invites you or the Devil to't,
_Which no Body_, &c.
For Bottle Ale, though it be windy,
Whereof I cannot chuse but mind ye,
I would not have it left behind ye,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Take Scurvy-Grass, or Radish Ale,
'Twill make you like a Horse to Stale,
And cures whatsoever you Ail,
_Which no Body_, &c.
For Country Ales, as that of _Chess_,
Or of _Darby_ you'll confess,
The more you Drink, you'll need the less,
_Which no Body_, &c.
But one thing must be thought upon,
for Morning-Draught when all is done,
A Pot of Purl for _Harrison_,
_Which no Body can deny_.
_The_ NEWS _Monger. To the same Tune._
Let's Sing as one may say the Fate
Of those that meddle with this and that,
And more than comes to their shares do Prate,
_Which no Body can deny._
Such, who their Wine and Coffee Sip,
And let fall Words 'twixt Cup and Lip,
To scandal of good Fellowship,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Those Clubbers who when met and sate,
Where every Seat is Chair of State,
As if they only knew what's what,
_Which no Body_, &c.
D---- me says one, were I so and so,
Or as the King, I know what I know,
The Devil to wood with the _French_ should go,
_Which no Body_, &c.
Would the King Commission grant
To me, were _Lewis_, _John_ of _Gaunt_,
I'd beat him, o
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