’Twas God above that made all things, The heav’ns, the earth, and all therein, The ships that on the sea do swim To guard from foes that none come in; And let them all do what they can, ’Twas for one end--the use of man. So I wish in heav’n his soul may dwell That first found out the leather bottèl. Now, what do you say to these cans of wood? Oh no, in faith they cannot be good; For if the bearer fall by the way, Why, on the ground your liquor doth lay; But had it been in a leather bottèl, Although he had fallen all had been well. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. [Illustration] Then what do you say to these glasses fine? Oh, they shall have no praise of mine, For if you chance to touch the brim, Down falls the liquor and all therein; But had it been in a leather bottèl, And the stoppel in, all had been well. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] Then what do you say to these black pots three? If a man and his wife should not agree, Why, they’ll tug and pull till their liquor doth spill; In a leather bottèl they may tug their fill, And pull away till their hearts do ake, And yet their liquor no harm can take. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. [Illustration] Then what do you say to these flagons fine? Oh, they shall have no praise of mine, For when a Lord is about to dine, And sends them to be filled with wine, The man with the flagon doth run away, Because it is silver most gallant and gay. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. A leather bottèl we know is good, Far better than glasses or cans of wood, For when a man’s at work in the field, Your glasses and pots no comfort will yield; But a good leather bottle standing by Will raise his spirits whenever he’s dry. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. At noon, the haymakers sit them down, To drink from their bottles of ale nut-brown; In summer, too, when the weather is warm, A good bottle full will do them no harm. Then the lads and the lasses begin to tottle, But what would they do without this bottle? _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. There’s never a Lord, an Earl, or Knight, But in this bottle doth take delight; For when he’s hunting of the deer, He oft doth wish for a bottle of beer. Likewise the man that works in the wood, A bottle of beer will oft do him good. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. [Illustration] [Illustration] And when the bottle at last grows old, And will good liquor no longer hold, Out of the side you may take a clout, To mend your shoes when they’re worn out; Or take and hang it up on a pin, ’Twill serve to put hinges and odd things in. _So I wish in heav’n_, etc. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: _NEVER LOVE THEE MORE_]