Will not plunge himself o’er Head and Ears.
7.
See the bold Foe appears, May he fall that him Fears,
Keep you but close order, and then
We will give him the Rout, Be he never so stout[,]
And prepare for his Rallying agen.
8 (Final).
Let’s drain the whole Cellar, &c.
The accumulative progression, humourously exaggerated, is to be seen employed in other Drinking Songs; notably in “Here’s a Health to the Barley-Mow, my brave boys!” (still heard at rural festivals in East Yorkshire, and printed in J. H. Dixon’s Bds. & Sgs. of the Peasantry, Bell’s annotated edit., p. 159) and “Bacchus Overcome,” beginning “My Friend and I, we drank,” &c. (in Coll. Old Bds., iii. 145, 1725.)