Then Hostesse be quicker, and bring us more liquor,
and let no attendance be missing,
I cannot content me, to see the pot empty,
a full cup is well worth the kissing.
Then Hostesse go fetch us some, for till you do come,
we are of all joyes bereaven,
You know what I mean, make haste, come again,
for he that made ten, made eleven.
With merry solaces, quite voyd of all malice,
with honest good fellowes thats here,