Now their idols thrown down with their sooter-kin also, About which they did make such a pother; And tho’ their contrivance did make one thing to fall so, We have drank ourselves into another; And now (my lads) we May still Cavaliers be, In spite of the Committee’s frown; We will drink and we’ll sing, And each health to our King Shall be loyally drunk in the ‘_Crown_,’ Which shall be the standard in every town. Their politick would-be’s do but show themselves asses That other men’s calling invade; We only converse with pots and with glasses, Let the rulers alone with their trade; The Lyon of the Tower There estates does devour, Without showing law for’t or reason; Into prison we get For the crime called debt, Where our bodies and brains we do season, And that is ne’er taken for murder or treason. Where our ditties still be, Give’s more drink, give’s more drink, boys. Let those that are frugal take care; Our gaolers and we will live by our chink, boys, While our creditors live by the air; Here we live at our ease, And get craft and grease, ’Till we’ve merrily spent all our store; Then, as drink brought us in, ’Twill redeem us agen; We got in because we were poor, And swear ourselves out on the very same score. THE PROTECTING BREWER. This was apparently written as a parody on the Brewer, in Pills to purge Melancholy, 1682. The original was too complimentary to Oliver Cromwell, asserted by the Royalists to have been a brewer in early life, to suit the taste of the Cavaliers, and hence the alteration made in it. Such compliments as the following must have proceeded from a writer of the opposite party. Some Christian kings began to quake, And said With the brewer no quarrel we’ll make, We’ll let him alone; as he brews let him bake; Which nobody can deny. He had a strong and a very stout heart, And thought to be made an Emperor for’t, * * * * * Which nobody can deny. A BREWER may be a burgess grave, And carry the matter so fine and so brave, That he the better may play the knave, Which nobody can deny. A brewer may put on a Nabal face, And march to the wars with such a grace That he may get a captain’s place; Which nobody, etc. A brewer may speak so wondrous well That he may rise (strange things to tell), And so be made a colonel; Which nobody, etc. A brewer may make his foes to flee, And rise his fortunes, so that he Lieutenant-general may be; Which nobody, etc. A brewer may be all in all, And raise his powers, both great and small, That he may be a lord general; Which nobody, etc.