With faces of Wallnut,
And Bladder and Smallgut,
We’re come scraping and singing to rouse ye;
Rise, shake off your straw,
And prepare you each maw
To kiss, eat, and drink till you’re bouzy.
Ode to the King of the Mendicants.
Cast your nabs[210] and cares away,
This is Maunders holiday:[211]