1. _Sit Soldiers, sit and sing, the Round is clear_ _And Cock-a-loodle-looe, tells us the day is near._ _Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,_ _Drink, laugh and sing, the Soldier has no fellow._ 2. _To thee a full pot, my little Lance-presado,_ _And when thou hast done, a pipe of Trinidado._ _Our glass of life runs wine, the Vintner slinks it_ _Whilst with his Wife the frolick Soldier drinks it._ 3. _The Dr[u]ms beat, Ensigns wave, and Cannons thump it_ _Our Game is Ruffe, and the best heart doth trump it:_ _Each toss his Cann until his throat be mellow_ _Drink, Laugh, and Sing, the Soldier has no fellow._ 4. _I'll pledge thee my Corporal, were it a Flagon_ _After Watch fiercer, than_ George _did the Dragon,_ _What blood we loose i' th' Town, we gain i th' Tuns,_ _Furr'd Gowns, and flat Caps, give the wall to Guns_ _Each toss his Cann, until his throat be mellow,_ _Drink, laugh, and sing, the Soldier has no fellow_. _Ser._ Which Walk? _Nor._ Why that, Sir, Where the fine City Dames meet to make matches. _Ser._ I know it. _Nor._ Speed ye then: what mirth is this? The Watches are not yet discharg'd, I take it: These are brave careless Rogues; I'll hear the Song out And then I'll fit ye for't, merry Companions: Here's notable Order, now for a trick to tame ye-- Owgh, owgh. _1. Wat._ Hark, hark, what's that below us, who goes there? _Nor._ Owgh, owgh, owgh. _2. Wat._ 'Tis a Bear broke loose: pray call the Corporal. _1. Wat._ The _Dutchmans_ huge fat Sow. _2. Wat._ I see her now, and five fine pigs. _Nor._ Owgh, owgh. _Corp._ Now, what's the matter? _1. Wat._ Here's the great fat Sow, Corporal. The _Dutchmans_ Sow, and all the Pigs, brave fat Pigs, You have been wishing long she would break loose. _Nor._ Owgh, owgh. _Cor._ 'Tis she indeed, there's a white pig now sucking, Look, look, do you see it, Sirs? _1. Wat._ Yes very well, Sir. _Cor._ A notable fat whorson; come two of ye. Go down with me, we'll have a tickling breakfast. _2. Wat._ Let's eat 'em at the Cross. _Cor._ There's the best liquor. _Nor._ I'll liquor some of ye, ye lazie rogues, Your minds are of nothing but eating and swilling: What a sweet Beast they have made of me! a Sow? Hogg upon hogg, I hear 'em come. _Enter_ Cor. _below, and Watch_. _Cor._ Go softly, and fall upon 'em finely, nimb[l]y. _1. Wat._ Bless me. _Cor._ Why, what's the matter? _1. Wat._ Oh the devil? The devil, as high as a Steeple. _2. Wat._ There he goes Corporal, His feet are Cloven too. _Cor._ Stand, stand I say: death, how I shake! Where be your Muskets? _1 Wat._ There's no good of them: Where be our Prayers, man? _2 Wat._ Lord, how he stalks: speak to him Corporal.