A Leather Bottel we know is good, Far better than Glasses or Cans of Wood, For when a Man is at work in the Field, Your Glasses and Pots no Comfort will yield; Then a Leather Bottle standing him by, He may drink always when he is a dry; It will revive the Spirits, and comfort the Brain, Wherefore let none this Bottle refrain; _For I wish &c_ Also the honest Sith-man[F. 197] too, He knew not very well what to do, But for his Bottle standing him near, That is filled with good Household beer; At Dinner he sits him down to eat, With his good hard Cheese and Bread or Meat; Then this Bottle he takes up amain, And drinks, and sets him down again; Saying, Good Bottle, stand my Friend, And hold out till this day doth end; _For I wish &c_ And likewise the Haymakers they, When as they are turning and making their Hay; In Summer-weather, when as it is warm, A good Bottel full then will do them no harm; And at Noon time they sit them down, And drink in their Bottels of Ale Nut Brown; Then the Lads and the Lasses begin to tattle, What should we do but for this Bottle? They could not work if this Bottle were done, For the Day's so hot with heat of Sun. _Then I wish &c_ Also the Leader, Lader, and the Pitcher, The Reaper, Hedger and the Ditcher, The Binder, and the Raker and all About the Bottels ears do fall; And if his Liquor be almost gone, His Bottel will he part with to none, But says, my Bottel is but small One Drop I will not part withal: You must go drink at some Spring or Well, For I will keep my Leather Bottel. _Then I wish &c_ Thus you may hear of a Leather Bottel, When as it is filled with Liquor full well, Though the Substance of it be but small, Yet the Name of the thing is all. There's never a Lord, an Earl or Knight, But in a Bottel doth take Delight: For when he is hunting of the Deer, He often doth wish for a Bottel of Beer: Likewise the Man that works at the Wood, A Bottel of Beer doth oft do him good _Then I wish &c_ Then when this Bottel doth grow old, And will good Liquor no longer hold, Out of the Side you may take a Clout, Will mend your Shooes when they'r worn out; Else take it and hang it upon a Pin, It will serve to put many odd Trifles in, As Hinges, Awls, and Candle-ends, For young Beginners must have such things; _Then I wish in Heaven his Soul may dwell, That first devised the Leather Bottel_. _London_: Printed by and for _W. O._ and sold by the Booksellers of _Pye Corner_, and _London Bridge_. [Footnote 196: For tune, see Appendix.] [Footnote 197: Mower.]