What Our Contempts Do Often

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

Away, You Cut-purse Rascal! You Filthy Bung, Away! By This Wine, I'll Thrust My Knife In Your Mouldy Chaps, An You Play The Saucy Cuttle With Me. Away, You Bottle-ale Rascal! You Basket-hilt Stale Juggler, You!

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.