Chapter II

_But I that was so lusty,_
_And ever kept my Bottles,_
_That neither they were musty,_
_And seldome less than Pottles;_
_For me to be thus stopt now,_
_With Hemp instead of Cork, Sir,_
_And from the Gallows lopt now,_
_Shews that there is a fork, Sir,_
_In death, and this the token,_
_Man may be two ways killed,_
_Or like the Bottle, broken,_
_Or like the Wine, be spilled._

Three merry Boys, &c.