Then Summon the Gallon,
A stout Foe, and a Tall one,
And likely to hold us to't;
Keep but Coyn in your Purse,
The Word is Disburse,
I'll warrant he'll sleep at your Foot.
See the bold Foe appears,
May he fall that him Fears,
Keep you but close Order, and then,
We will give him the Rout,