I send another old song; and, as in the case of the "Cuckold's Cap," I would ask is it known?
Not long ago I drank a full pot,
Full of sack up to the brim,
I drank to my friend, and he drank his pot,
Thus we put about the whim.
Six bottles at a draught he pour'd down his throat;
But what are such puny sips as these?
I laid me all along, with my mouth unto the bung,
And I drank up a hogshead to the lees.
I have heard of one who drank whole tankards,