The Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684 · Chapter 98The Royalist’s Resolve
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From the Loyal Garland, 1686. Reprinted for the Percy Society.
Come, drawer, some wine, Or we’ll pull down the sign, For we are all jovial compounders; We’ll make the house ring With healths to our King, And confusion light on his confounders.
Since former committee Afforded no pity, Our sorrows in wine we will steep ’um; They force us to take Two oaths, but we’ll make A third, that we ne’er mean to keep ’um.
And next, whoe’er sees, We’ll drink on our knees To the King; may he thirst that repines: A fig for those traytors That look to our waters, They have nothing to do with our wines.
And next here’s three bowls To all gallant souls That for the King did and will venture; May they flourish when those That are his and our foes Are hang’d, and ram’d down to the center.
And may they be found In all to abound, Both with Heaven and the country’s anger; May they never want fractions, Doubts, fears, and distractions, Till the gallows-tree frees them from danger.