Song XXVI. On the fall of the Prices of Wine

Now our thanks to our powers above us,
And to him that above them doth sit,
Who to shew how intirely they love us,
Have found out the way
To repair the decay
Of the famish'd and foundered Wit,
And new drench the Poetical Tit.

Chorus.
Welcome desired August to us
Thou Comfort and delight do'st give us
'Twas November did undo us,
But 'tis August does relieve us.

Give's a rowsing beer-glass of Canary,
The half-pint and thimble's our foe;
We will be no more tributary
To the Spaniards pride,
Nor make Vintners ride,
When we are not able to go,
Or dare not our faces to show.

Chorus, &c.

We defie now the Malter and Hopper,
Whose Pride would have made us surmise,
Our Helicon lay in his Copper;
And He'll sell wit and art,
At three half pence a quart;
And with that he would make us so wise,
To be able to cheat the Excise.

Chorus, &c.

Let us venture to take the Canaries,
And then wee'll make Sack of our own;
For he that those Islands carries,
Wins the Indies to boot,
And all Spain added to't;
The Turk and the Pope wee'l not own,
But rule the whole World alone.

Chorus, &c.

'Tis the means and the end of our study,
It does make our invention oreflow
While the channel of ale makes it muddy
A Mayor or a Knight
By bunches may write,
If his theame be the grape, and by it
Be esteem'd a Divine and a wit.

Chorus, &c.