Two honest Drunkars must goe drinke a pot,
Twas but a pot, or say a little more,
Or say a pot that’s filled eight times ore.
But being drunke, and met well with the leese,
They drinke to healthes devoutly on their knees,
Dicke drinks to Hall, to pledge him Tom rejects,
And scornes to doe it for some odde respects
Wilt thou not pledge him thar’t a gill, a Scab,
Wert with my man-hood thou deservest a stab,
But tis no matter drinke another bout,