The merry boys of Europe. No liquor like the brisk canary, it makes the dull soul blith and merry; it helps the back, prolongs the life, and is much better then a wife. To the tune of, Now, now the fight's done, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B26801 of text R229079 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 5KB 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 B26801 Wing M1853 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[61] ESTC R229079 ocm99888141

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 eng Alcoholism -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The merry boys of Europe. : No liquor like the brisk canary, it makes the dull soul blith and merry; it helps the back, prolongs the life, and is much n/a 1682 2 785 1 0 0 0 0 0 12.74 C The rate of 12.74 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Merry Boys of Europe . No Liquor like the brisk Canary , It makes the dull Soul blith and merry ; It helps the Back , prolongs the Life , And is much better then a Wife . To the Tune of , Now , now the Fight 's done , &c.

a man with a cask
two men, each holding his hat

I 'Le Drink of my Bottle each night for my share , And as for a Mistris I 'le never take care ; The one makes me jolly and evermore gay , But a Mistris destroys by her sporting and play ; She drains all my Blood till I look quite as pale As a Thief that 's half-starved , long kept in a Goal . She infeebles my Nerves , and doth shorten my life , And empties my Pockets , and so will a Wife ; Then Women make Asses of those that you can , I 'le find out a Comrade , some jolly young-man ; And in our full Glasses we 'l laugh and we 'l jest , So perhaps for diversion we 'l drink to the best . When our senses are drown'd , & our eyes they do pink And our selves do not know what we say or do think ; Our wits we conceive are far better then they , Who to the Sack-Bottle could ne'r find the way : Then a Pox of those Misers who hourly do scrape , And knows not the virtue that lies in the Grape . Then Beauties farewel , for I'lene'r be your slave , Nor for your fair looks sigh my self to a Grave , But the Bottle I 'le hug , which preserveth my life , Puts an end to my sorrows , and banisheth strife : When my thread it is spun ; & my hour comes to dye ; Like Diogenes I ▪ in a Sack-Butt will lye . And that close Wainscot-room shall my body confine , Who valued not women , but loved good wine ; To Bacchus I 'le surely be a Sacrifice , And ne'r be intangled by Ladies fair eyes ; Whose delight is to see men to sigh and to mourn , And their eyes they do feast when they see men forlorn . What a fool is that man that will bow & will cringe To beauty , so he doth his freedom infringe ; And whilst he might live and for ever be free , Himself he deprives of his chief Liberty ; His rest it is lost and his spirits do fail , He 's a foe to himself and doth build his own Goal . Then give me the Lad that will swim in the Bottle , And not in salt water like vex'd Aristotle ; For had he but then been acquainted with Sack , His Iudgment in tides he never would lack ; When he by his study his brains did confound , He leapt in the Ocean , and there he was drown'd . But this Liquor of Life which I so much commend To e'ry true Toper , will prove a true friend , And wash from his heart all his sorrow and care , In Poverty keep him from doubt and dispair : Then who can but love this unparallel'd thing . That makes nobles of peasants , & is drink for a King . If the mind be disturb'd , take this Liquor but free , And you 'l find in a moment you cured will be : If you grieve or do mourn for the loss of a friend , This Liquor undoubtedly comfort will lend ; 't is good for all Men , and in every condition , Will keep them from charge of a prating Physitian . Then matchless Canary I 'le sing forth thy fame , And will against Beauty for ever exclaim , For he that doth once fall in love with the Vine , Will never have reason at all to repine ; For it cheers our dull souls , while we merrily sing , Long live Charles the second , our Soveraign King . In the height of our sport we no Treason conspire , To be brisk and be merry is all our desire ; Our hearts have no harbour for any ill thought , We despise spight and malice and all that is nought : And in our full Bumpers we 'l laugh and we 'l sing , And for our diversion we 'l drink to the King .

Printed for J. Clarke , at the Horse-shooe , in West-smith-field , between the Hospital-Gate and Duck-Lane end .