Yet the Name of the thing is all.
There's never a Lord, an Earl or Knight,
But in a Bottel doth take Delight:
For when he is hunting of the Deer,
He often doth wish for a Bottel of Beer:
Likewise the Man that works at the Wood,
A Bottel of Beer doth oft do him good
Then I wish &c
Then when this Bottel doth grow old,
And will good Liquor no longer hold,