I'm as happy with my wallet, my bottle, and my callet, trull
As when I used in scarlet to follow a drum.
What tho' with hoary locks I must stand the winter shocks,
Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home?
When the t'other bag I sell, and the t'other bottle tell,
I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of the drum.
Recitativo
He ended; and the kebars sheuk rafters shook
Aboon the chorus roar; Above