Round, around, fill a fresh one, Let no man bawk his wine, Wee’l drink to the next in succession, And keep it in the right line. Bring us ten thousand glasses, The more we drink we’re dry; We mind not the beautiful lasses, Whose conquest lyes all in the eye. Fill the pottles, etc. We boys are truly loyal, For Charles wee’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 sacks are woeing For ever will adore him. Fill the pottles, etc. I hate those strange dissenters That strives to hawk a glass, He that at all adventures Will see what comes to pass: And let the Popish nation Disturb us if they can, They ne’er shall breed distraction In a true-hearted man. Fill the pottles, etc. Let the fanatics grumble To see things cross their grain, Wee’l make them now more humble Or ease them of their pain: They shall drink sack amain too, Or they shall be choak’t; Wee’l tell ’um ’tis in vain too For us to be provok’t. Fill the pottles, etc. He that denyes the brimmer Shall banish’d be in this isle, And we will look more grimmer Till he begins to smile: Wee’l drown him in Canary, And make him all our own, And when his heart is merry Hee’l drink to Charles on’s throne. Fill the pottles, etc. Quakers and Anabaptists, Wee’l sink them in a glass; He deals most plain and flattest That sayes he loves a lass: Then tumble down Canary, And let our brains go round, For he that won’t be merry He can’t at heart be sound. Fill the pottles, etc. Printed for P. Brooksly, at the Golden Ball in West Smithfield, 1672. THE LOYAL TORIES’ DELIGHT; OR, A PILL FOR FANATICKS. Being a most pleasant and new song. 1680.—From the Roxburgh Ballads, Vol. iii., fol. 911. To the tune of “Great York has been debar’d of late, etc.” GREAT York has been debar’d of late From Court by some accursed fate; But ere long, we do not fear, We shall have him, have him here, We shall have him, have him here. The makers of the plot we see, By damn’d old _Tony’s_ treachery, How they would have brought it about, To have given great York the rout, To have given, etc. God preserve our gracious King, And safe tydings to us bring, Defend us from the _sham black box_, {114} And all damn’d fanatick plots, And all damn’d, etc. Here Charles’s health I drink to thee, And with him all prosperity; God grant that he long time may reign, To bring us home great York again, To bring us home, etc.