For Bottle Ale, though it be windy, Whereof I cannot chuse but mind ye, I would not have it left behind ye, _Which no Body_, &c. Take Scurvy-Grass, or Radish Ale, 'Twill make you like a Horse to Stale, And cures whatsoever you Ail, _Which no Body_, &c. For Country Ales, as that of _Chess_, Or of _Darby_ you'll confess, The more you Drink, you'll need the less, _Which no Body_, &c. But one thing must be thought upon, for Morning-Draught when all is done, A Pot of Purl for _Harrison_, _Which no Body can deny_. _The_ NEWS _Monger. To the same Tune._ Let's Sing as one may say the Fate Of those that meddle with this and that, And more than comes to their shares do Prate, _Which no Body can deny._ Such, who their Wine and Coffee Sip, And let fall Words 'twixt Cup and Lip, To scandal of good Fellowship, _Which no Body_, &c. Those Clubbers who when met and sate, Where every Seat is Chair of State, As if they only knew what's what, _Which no Body_, &c. D---- me says one, were I so and so, Or as the King, I know what I know, The Devil to wood with the _French_ should go, _Which no Body_, &c. Would the King Commission grant To me, were _Lewis_, _John_ of _Gaunt_, I'd beat him, or know why I shant, _Which no Body_, &c. I'd undertake bring Scores to Ten, Of mine at Hours-warning-Men, To make _France_ tremble once again, _Which no Body_, &c. The Claret takes, yet e'er he Drinks, Cries Pox o'th' _French-men_, but methinks It must go round to my Brother, _Which no Body_, &c. He's the only Citizen of Sence, And Liberty is his Pretence, And has enough of Conscience, _Which no Body_, &c. The Bully that next to him sat, With a Green Livery in his Hat, Cry'd what a Plague would the _French_ be at, _Which no Body_, &c. Z---- had the King without Offence, Been rul'd by me, you'd seen long since, Chastisement for their Insolence, _Which no Body_, &c. They take our Ships, do what they please, Were ever play'd such Pranks as these, As if we were not Lord o'th' Seas, _Which no Body_, &c. I told the King on't th' other Day, And how th' Intrigues o'th' matter lay, But Princes will have their own way, _Which no Body_, &c. The next Man that did widen Throat, Was wight in half pil'd Velvet Coat, But he, and that not worth a Groat, _Which no Body_, &c. Who being planted next the Door, (Pox on him for a Son of Whore) Inveighs against the Embassador, _Which no Body_, &c. Had the King (quoth he) put me upon't, You should have found how I had don't, But now you see what has come on't, _Which no Body_, &c. Quoth he if such an Act had stood, That was designed for Publick good, 'Thad pass'd more than is understood, _Which no Body_, &c.