To the Tune of, The Delights of the Bottle.  

1.  
THe Delights of the Bottle are turned out of doors,  
By factious fanatical Sons of damned Whores.  
French Wines Prohibition meant no other thing,  
But to poison the Subject, and beggar the K—  
Good Nature's suggested with Drugs like to choke her,  
Of fulsome stumed Wine by the cursed Wine-Cooper.   

2.  
Our plaguy Wine-Cooper has tampered so much,  
To find out the subtlety of the false Dutch.  
He tinctures pricked White-wine, that never was good,  
Till it mantles, and sparkles, and looks like Bull's blood.  
But when it declines, and its Spirits expire,  
He adds more Ingredients, and makes it look higher.   

3.  
His old rotten Pipes, where he keeps all this Trash,  
For fear they should burst, Sir, he hoops them with Ash.  
When the Sophistication begins for to froth,  
And boils on the Fret, Sir, he wisely pulls forth  
A Tap which gives vent, to the grounds of the Cause,  
And then is to vamp up a second red Nose.   

4.  
Then this dungy Wine-Cooper stops it up again,  
And keeps it unvended till't's all on a flame.  
The Intelligences than were invented to show,  
Where Wine of strange Virtues in plenty did flow.  
People from all parts of the Nation did come,  
Both Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, Doctor and Bum.   

5.  
The Cooper then pulls the Tap out of the side,  
And drinks to the Elders of all his good Tribe.  
But when they had gussed about all their Bowls,  
They found a strange Freedom it gave to their Souls,  
Of Secrets in Nature, that never were known,  
It gave Inspiration from Beggar to Throne.   

6.  
For the Cooper himself full Brimmers did draw,  
And all the whole Gang were obliged to do so.  
Amongst these Cabals there was no such a thing,  
As a Health once proposed to the D— or the King,  
But drank to that Idol, that hopes in their powers,  
And Sons of most Infamous Hackney old Whores.   

7.  
Then the Rabble had notice from Smith and from Ben,  
What a heavenly Liquor was sent amongst men.  
Both Tinkers and Cobblers, the Broom-men and Sweep,  
Before this Wine-Cooper in Flocks they did meet,  
And each under foot stamped his old greasy Bonnet,  
To drink M— Health, Sir, whatever came on it.   

8.  
The Cooper perceiving his Trade to approach,  
He then was resolved once more to debauch.  
To encourage the Rabble, and show himself stout,  
He pulled out the Spigot amongst the whole Rout;  
Which kindness provoked them to swear they would bring  
Such Trade to his House, as would make him a K—   

9  
A Hat or a Pottle was still at the Tap,  
But Zealots sometimes laid their mouths to the 〈◊〉  
They charged their brisk Bumpers so many in 〈…〉  
Till part of the Mobile sprawled on the ground▪  
But when this damned Liquor was got in their ●●  
They fell to Bombasting, Disord'ring of States.   

10.  
They began to Cant dangers by formal Sedition,  
And swear lawful Allegiance, 'gainst lawful Succession  
When these Propositions began to take fire,  
They serewed their Presumptions a hole or two high●●  
But still they keep under Hugh Peters' Cloak,  
To bring in the Devil, to drive out the Pope.   

11.  
But then they began for to pick at the Crown,  
Each thinking that he deserved one of his own.  
Then all the King's Guards they thought fit to Indict,  
And swear Treason 'gainst all that maintained the K▪ Rig 〈…〉  
Both Papist and Protestant, no matter whether,  
They are none of our Party, let's hang them together   

12.  
Next the chief of our Game is to keep the K— poor,  
And our Senators must the Militia secure.  
The Navy and Cinque-ports we'll have in our hands  
And then we'll make Kingdoms obey our Commands  
Then if Ch— do withstand us, we need not to fight  
To make Eighty one to out▪ do Forty eight.   

13.  
Whatever Objections great loyalists bring,  
Old Adam lived happy without e'er a King.  
Then why may not we, that's much wiser than he,  
Subdue the whole World, Sir, by our Sovereignty?  
If one man alone can keep Three Nations under,  
Then why may not we that are Kings without numb●●   

14.  
Right, said the Cooper, and shaked his old Noddle,  
Three Kingdoms we'll toss, like a Child in a Cradle.  
Stick close to this Liquor which I do prepare,  
'Twill make us as splendid, as Noll in his Chair.  
We'll kindle old Plots, by inventing of new,  
Till none shall be safe but the Cooper and You.   

15.  
Oh brave Boys! oh brave Boys! thus the Rabble did ro 〈…〉  
Tantivies and Tories shall Hector no more▪  
By us they're out-acted, to us they shall bend,  
Whilst we to our Dignities freely ascend.  
Then they were dead▪ drunk as the devil could make'r  
And fell fast asleep, as ten Drums could not wake him   

16.  
In the Piss and the Spew the poor Cooper did paddle  
To stop up his Tap, but the Knave was not able.  
For his Limbs like a Tortoise did shriule and crease▪  
Down drops the Wine-Cooper with the other Beasts  
And there the whole Litter as yet doth abide,  
At the Sign of the Butt, with the Tap in one side.    

LONDON, Printed for H. L. in Westminster-Hall. MDCLXXXI.