'll repent the next Morn,
What you did over Night.

_A new_ BALLAD, _Sung at_ Messieurs Brook _and_ Hellier's _Club, at
the_ Temple-_Tavern in_ Fleet-Street.

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Since _Tom's_ in the Chair, and e'ery one here
Appears in Gay humour and easie;
Say, why shou'd not I, a new Ballad try,
Bright Brethren o'th' Bottle to please ye.
This Wine is my Theme, this is all on's Esteem,
For _Brook_ and _Hellier_ cannot wrong us;
Let them get Wealth, who keeps us in Health,
By bringing neat Liquors among us,
_Let them get Wealth_, &c.

Each Vintner of late, has got an Estate,
By Brewing and Sophistication:
With Syder and Sloes, they've made a damn'd Dose,
Has Poisoned one half of the Nation:
But _Hellier_ and _Brook_, a Method have took,
To prove them all Scoundrels and Noddys;
And shew'd us a way which (if we don't stray)
Will save both our Pockets and Bodies.

This generous Juice, brisk Blood will produce,
And stupid ones raise to the bonny'st:
Make Poets and Wits, of you that are Cits,
And Lawyers (if possible) honest:
If any are Sick, or find themselves Weak,
With Symptoms of Gout or the Scurvy;
This will alone, the Doctor must own,
_Probatum est_ Healthy preserve ye.

Have any here Wives, that lead 'em sad lives,
For you know what pouting and storming;
Then drink of this Wine, and it will incline,
The weakest to vig'rous performing:
Each Spouse will say then, pray go there agen,
Tho' Money for the reck'ning you borrow;
Nay, for so much Bub, here I'll pay your Club,
So go there agen Dear to morrow.

Tho' one drinks red Port, another's not for't,
But chuses _Vienna_ or White-Wine;
Each takes what suits best, his Stomach or Tast,
Yet e'ery one's sure he drinks right Wine;
Thus pledg'd we all sit, and thus we are knit,
In Friendship together the longer;
As Musick in Parts, enlivens our Hearts,
And renders the Harmony stronger.

Now God bless the Queen, Peers, Parliament Men,
And keep 'em like us in true Concord;
And grant that all those, who dare be her Foes,
At _Tyburn_ may swing in a strong Cord;
We'll Loyalists be, and bravely agree,
With Lives and Estates to defend Her;
So then she'll not care, come Peace or come War,
For _Lewis_, the _Pope_, or _Pretender_.

_The_ LONDON PRENTICE.

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A Worthy _London_ Prentice,
Came to