1

Why should we not laugh and be jolly?
Since now all the world is mad,
All lul'd in a dull melancholly;
He that wallows in store,
Is still gaping for more;
And that makes him as poor,
As that wretch that never any thing had
How mad is the damn'd money-monger,
That to purchase to him and his heirs,
Growes shrivled with thirst and hunger?
While we that are bonny,
Buy sack for ready money,
And ne're trouble Scriv'ners nor Lawyers.

2

Those Gulls that by scraping and toyling,
Have swell'd their Revenues so vast,
Get nothing by all their turmoyling,
But are marks for each tax,
While they load their own backs,
With the heavier packs,
And lie down gall'd and weary at last,
While we that do trafick in Tipple,
Can baffle the gown and the sword,
Whose jawes are so hungry and gripple,
We ne're trouble our heads,
With indentures or deeds,
But our Wills are compris'd in a word.

3

Our money shall never endite us,
Nor drag us to Goldsmiths-hall ,
Nor Pyrates nor storms can affright us,
We that have no estates,
Pay no taxes or rates,
But can sleep with open gates,
He that lies on the ground cannot fall,
We laugh at those fools whose endeavours
Do but fit 'um for prisons or fines,
While we that spend all are the savers,
For if thieves do steal in,
They go out empty agin,
Nay the Plunderers lose their designes.

4

Then let's not take care for to morrow,
But tipple and laugh while we may,
To wash from our hearts all sorrow;
Those Cormorants which
Are troubled with an itch,
To be mighty and rich
Do but toyle for the wealth which they borrow
The Mayor of the Town with his ruff on,
What a pox is he better then we?
He must vail to the men with the buff on;
He Custard may eat,
And such luberly meat,
But we drink and are merrier then he.