The courtiers health; or The merry boyes of the times he that loves sack, doth nothing lack, if he but loyal be, he that denyes Bacchus supplyes shows meere hypocrisie. To a new tune, Come boyes fill us a bumper, or My lodging is on the cold ground. Taubman, Matthew, d. 1690? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06211 of text R227031 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T238). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06211 Wing T238 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[38] 99887063 ocm99887063 183283 2248538585

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06211) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183283) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[39]; A5:2[74]; A6:2[38]) The courtiers health; or The merry boyes of the times he that loves sack, doth nothing lack, if he but loyal be, he that denyes Bacchus supplyes shows meere hypocrisie. To a new tune, Come boyes fill us a bumper, or My lodging is on the cold ground. Taubman, Matthew, d. 1690? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West-Smithfield, [London] : [1681 or 2] Verse: "Come boyes fill us a bumper ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Attributed to Matthew Taubman. Cf. Wing. Item at A5:2[74] imperfect: cropped. Item at A6:2[38] imperfect: stained. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The courtiers health; or The merry boyes of the times he that loves sack, doth nothing lack, if he but loyal be, he that denyes Bacchus supplyes shows Taubman, Matthew, d. 1690? 1681 1 613 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Courtiers Health ; OR The merry BOYES of the TIMES He that loves Sack , doth nothing lack , If he but Loyal be , He that denyes Bacchus supplyes Shows meere Hypocrisie . To a new Tune , Come Boyes fill us a Bumper , Or My Lodging is on the Cold ground .

Here she stands and fills it out amain , Says they let 's have the 'tother Bout agan .

COme boyes fill us a Bumper , we 'l make the Nation Roare , She 's grown sick of a Rumper that sticks on the old score . Pox on Phanatticks rout 'um , they thirst for our blood , We 'l Taxes raise without 'um , and drink for the Nations good . Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a brimmer to the KING . Round around , fill a fresh one , let no man bawk his Wine , We 'l drink to the next in Succession , and keep it in the Right Line , Bring us ten thousand glasses , the more we drink we 'r a dry , We mind not the beautiful Lasses , whose Conquest lyes all in the eye . Charge the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a brimmer to the KING WE Boyes are truly Loyal , for Charles we 'l venture all , We know his blood is Royal , his Name shall never fall . But those that seek his ruine may chance to dye before him , While we that Sack are woeing , for ever will adore him ; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING , I hate those strange dissenters that strives to bawk a glass , He that at all Adventures will see what comes to pass : And let the Popish Faction disturb us if they can , They ne'r shall breed distraction in a true hearted man . Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING . Let the Phanatticks grumble to see things cross their grain , We 'l make them now more humble or ease them of their pain : They shall drink Sack amain too as else they shall be choak't , We 'l tell 'um 't is in vain too for us to be provok't . Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING . He that denyes the Brimmer shall banish't be in this Isle , And we will look more grimmer till he begins to smile : We 'l drown'd him in Canary and make him all our own , And when his Heart is merry he 'l drink to Charles in 's Throne ; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING . Quakers and Annabaptist we 'l sink them in a glass , He deals most plain and flattest that sayes he loves a Lass : Then tumble down Canary and let your brains go round , For he that won't be merry he can't at heart be sound ; Fill the Pottles and Gallons and bring the Hogshead in , We 'l begin with a Tallen a Brimmer to the KING .

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