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TIPPLING JOHN.
As tippling John was jogging on,
upon a riot night,
With tottering pace, and fiery face,
suspicious of high flight;
The guards who took him by his look,
for some chief fiery-brand,
Ask'd whence he came? What was his name?
who are you? stand friend, stand.
upon a riot night,
With tottering pace, and fiery face,
suspicious of high flight;
The guards who took him by his look,
for some chief fiery-brand,
Ask'd whence he came? What was his name?
who are you? stand friend, stand.
I'm going home, from meeting come,
ay, says one, that's the case;
Some meeting he has burnt, you see
the flame's still in his face.
John thought it time to purge his crime,
and said, My chief intent
Was to asswage my thirsty rage,
i'th' meeting that I meant.
ay, says one, that's the case;
Some meeting he has burnt, you see
the flame's still in his face.
John thought it time to purge his crime,
and said, My chief intent
Was to asswage my thirsty rage,
i'th' meeting that I meant.
Come, friend, be plain, you trifle in vain,
says one, pray let us know.
That we may find how you're inclin'd;
are you High-Church or Low?
John said to that, I'll tell you what,
to end debates and strife,
All I can say this is the way
I steer my course of life.
says one, pray let us know.
That we may find how you're inclin'd;
are you High-Church or Low?
John said to that, I'll tell you what,
to end debates and strife,
All I can say this is the way
I steer my course of life.
I ne'er to Bow, nor Burgess go,
to steeple-house nor hall,
The brisk bar-bell best suits my zeal
with gentlemen, d'ye call?
to steeple-house nor hall,
The brisk bar-bell best suits my zeal
with gentlemen, d'ye call?
