And donn'd his Cloak and come to Town,
'Till all's up drink his College down,
Which no Body, &c.
Here's North-down, which in many a Case,
Pulls all the Blood into the Face,
Which blushing is a sign of Grace,
Which no Body, &c.
If Belly full of Ale doth grow,
And Women runs in Head you know,
Old Pharoah will not let you go,