'Gainft the Throne ; Or doth prophanely prate, To wrong the State, Hath but little of his own. CHORU S. What tho' Plummers, Painters, and Players, When we come to't agen: But what is that to us Boys, Dub, a dub, dub, Have at old Belzebub, Oliver ftinks for fear. And every Sect in Town: We'll rally, and to't agen; Give 'em the rout agen, Charge 'em home agen, Face to the right about, tantar-ar-ar-a, SONG XXXII. In Calypfo. Cupid, gentle Boy, Reftore me to the Fair, To Love's aufpicious Joy, SONG XXXIII. In Love's Triumph. AY, kind, and airy, fweet is a Lover! J Sweet is a Lover, gay, kind, and airy, But when we marry, Too foon we vary, Courting and sporting are all over. L SONG Ife is chequer'd XXXIV. Toil and Pleasure Fill up all the various Measure. See the Crew in Flannel Jerkins, Drinking, toping Flip by Ferkins; And as they raise the Tip To their happy Lip, On the Deck is heard no other Sound, Let the Cann go round. CHORU S. Then hark to the Boatswain's Whistle, Whistle, My Boy, let us ftir, let us toil, For Labour's the Price of our Joys, Life is chequer'd- Toil and Pleasure On the Deck, &c. With the Chorus as before. Life is chequer'd - Toil and Pleasure Hark the Crew their Cares difcarding, Let 'em lofe or win, On the Deck, &c. With the Chorus as before. XXXVI. SONG OW brimful of Nothing's the Life of a How Beau, They've Nothing to think of, they've Nothing to do; Nor Nothing to talk of, for Nothing they know. Such, fuch is the Life of a Beau, &c. For Nothing they rife, but to draw the fresh Air; Spend the Morning in Nothing, but Curling their Hair, And do Nothing all Day, but fing, faunter, and ftare : Such, fuch is, &c. For Nothing, at Night, at the Play-house they crowd, To mind Nothing done there, they always are proud : But to bow, and to grin, and talk Nothing aloud : Such, fuch is, &c. For Nothing they run to th' Affembly and Ball, And for Nothing, at Cards, a fair Partner they call: For they ftill must be beafted, who've - Nothing at all: Such, fuch is, &c. For Nothing, on Sundays, at Church they appear; For they've Nothing to hope, nor they've Nothing to fear : They can be Nothing no where, who Nothing are here: Such, fuch is, &c. SONG XXXVII. Hail Burgundy. Ail Burgundy, thou Juice divine, H Infpirer of my Song; The Praises giv'n to other Wine Of manly Wit and female Charms, Bright Phoebus on the Parent Vines, New fparkling Beams receives; The Stoick prone to Thought intense, A chearful Gayety difpenfe, And make him tafte a Friend. His Brow grows clear, he feels Content, And well concludes our Span well spent Ev'n Fops thofe doubtful-gender Things, So fond of Selves and Drefs, Quite loft to the Delight that springs SONG XXXVII. Save Women, &c, Ave Women and Wine, there is nothing Save in Life That can bribe honeft Souls to endure it : L When the Heart is perplex'd, and furrounded with Care, Dear Women and Wine only cure it. Dear Women, &c. Come on, then, my Boys, we'll have Women and Wine, And wifely to Purpose employ them: He's a Fool that refufes fuch Bleffings divine, Whilft Vigour and Health can enjoy them. As Women and Wine, dear Women and Wine, Whilft Vigour, &c. Our Wine fhall be old, bright and found, my dear Jack, To heighten our amorous Fires ; Our Girls young and found, and fhall kifs with a fmack, And shall gratify all our Defires; The Bottles we'll crack, and the Girls we will SONG XXXVIII. I'm Cupid's, &c. "M Cupid's Warriour, my Fair, Then quickly for the Fight prepare. Ah! why, Celinda, would you fly, SONG XXXIX. To Sylvia's, St. T Sylvia's Charms a Captive made, fought the wanton Cupid's Aid, Begging he'd try fome pow'rful Dart, |