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Joll.Why this is very cheerly! pray let's ha' the Catch that we made t' other night against the Doctor.

Wor.Away with't, Cutter; hum———
Come fill us the Glass o' Sack.

Cut.What Health do we lack?

Wor.Confusion to the Quack.

Both.Confound him, Confound him,
Diseases all around him.

Cut.And fill again the Sack,

Wor.That no man may Lack,

Cut.Confusion to the Quack,

Both.Confusion to the Quack,
Confound him, Confound him,
Diseases all Around him.

Wor.He's a kind of Grave-maker,

Cut.A Urinal Shaker,

Wor.A wretched Groat-taker,

Cut.A stinking close-Stool raker,

Wor.He's a Quack that's worse than a Quaker.

Both.He's a Quack, &c.

Wor.Hey, Boys— Gingo—

Joll.Give me the Glass, Will. Ile venture once more what e're come on't, here's a Health to the Royal Travailer, and so Finis Coronat.

Wor.Come on Boys, Vivat; have at you agen then.
Now a Pox on the Poll, of old Politique Noll.

Both.Wee'l drink till we bring,
In Triumph back the King.

Wor.May he Live till he see,
Old Noll upon a Tree.

Wor.And many such as he.

Both.May he Live till, &c.

Joll.I'me very Sick again; Will. help me into my Bed; rest you merry, Gentlemen.

Cut.Nay, we'l go in with him, Captain, he shall not die this bout.

Wor.It's pity but he should, he dos't so bravely; come along then, kiss me, Cutter; is not this better than quarrelling?

Both,