When Summer is coming, then hey, brave boys,
The tickling Cans they run round,
Pray tak't in good part, for a Winchester Quart[238]
Will fill six, I dare lay you a Pound.
Your Rabbits and Jugs, and Coffee House Mugs,
Are ready whene're you do call,
A P— take his Trade, such Measure that's made,
I wish that old Nick had them all.
When we have a Fancy our Noses to Steel,
And call for some Nance[239] of the best,