The Pot Companions: OR, Drinking and smoking preferred before Caballing and Plotting.  
By a new Moddel'd Gang of honest brave Fellows, That neither are Tories nor Whiggs in an Ale-house.  
To a Play-house Tune, called, Thus all the day long we are frolic and gay: Or, We'l teach the little Dogs, &c.  

COme make a good Toast,  
and stir up the Fire;  
And f●ll the great Tankard  
of what we admire:  
Then bring in a Paper  
of excellent Fogoe,  
That we may perfume  
the whole House with the Hogoe:  
And here let us sit  
like Honest brave Fellows,  
That neither are Tories  
nor Whigs in an Ale-House.  
And here let us sit, &c.   

We'l raise no Disputes  
of the Church nor the State,  
To waken the Plot,  
which has slept out its date:  
Nor came we to treat  
of the Cities great Charter,  
But onely to Drink  
to the Sons of the Martyr:  
And better it is  
to be Honestly Sotting,  
Then live to be hanged  
for Caballing and Plotting.  
And better, &c.   

Since Freedom or Death  
is out of our power,  
What have we to do  
with the Lords in the Tower?  
We'l leave them to Justice,  
let that take its course;  
And set every Saddle  
upon the right Horse:  
Though the Witnesses fade,  
and the Plot's almost rotten;  
Yet Presbyter-Jack  
will ne'er and forgotten.  
Though the Witnesses fade, &c.   

We have nothing to do  
with the fudes of the Nation,  
With old Magna Charta,  
nor th'Association:  
Let S— fancy  
himself to be Crowning;  
Or beg his Quietus,  
and venture a Drowning:  
Let Black-Coat go on,  
and raise up his story:  
That's nothing to us,  
let the Saints have their Glory.  
Let Black, &c.   

Though the Spaniards were Landed,  
which B— recounted;  
And all the Commissions  
which Coat gave were mounted:  
And little Don John  
did led these brave fellows,  
The Devil a Foot  
would we stir from the Ale-house  
When they have raised Armies  
by Praying and Winking,  
'tis we that maintain them  
with smoking and Drinking,  
When they have, &c.   

Then away to the King  
let the Tankard go round;  
May the Plots and the Plotters  
each other confounded:  
To His Highness the Duke,  
and the Royal Successors,  
And every Member  
of Loyal Addressers:  
To the Honest Lord Mayor,  
and all other old Christians;  
But guard us good Lord  
from these whineing Phylistines.  
To the honest Lord Mayor, &c.    

Printed for R. Crumbdy. 1688