If they or the tinker want a pillow first.
[4000]Else will we jig and hay unto the black pot's sound,
Till to that music the house shall dance the round.
Then fill a dozen, hostess, we'll have a merry cup,
And make the tinker forfeit his budget and his brass.
'Faith,' says the tinker, 'I'll make your monkships sup
Till ye sing requiems in reading of the mass.'
Then fill a gallon, hostess, we'll health it all about,
Till all complain o' th' headache, the falling, or the gout.
Come on, dropping shavelings, let's see you count your beads,