song—“nochurchmanami” tune—“prepare,mydearbrethren,tothetavernlet'sfly.” nochurchmanamifortorailandtowrite, nostatesmannorsoldiertoplotortofight, noslymanofbusinesscontrivingasnare, forabig-belly'dbottle'sthewholeofmycare. thepeeridon'tenvy,igivehimhisbow iscornnotthepeasant,thougheversolow butaclubofgoodfellows,likethosethatarehere, andabottlelikethis,aremygloryandcare. herepassesthesquireonhisbrother—hishorse therecentumpercentum,thecitwithhispurse butseeyouthecrownhowitwavesintheair? thereabig-belly'dbottlestilleasesmycare. thewifeofmybosom,alas!shediddie forsweetconsolationtochurchididfly ifoundthatoldsolomonproveditfair, thatabig-belly'dbottle'sacureforallcare. ioncewaspersuadedaventuretomake aletterinform'dmethatallwastowreck butthepursyoldlandlordjustwaddl'dupstairs, withagloriousbottlethatendedmycares. “life'scarestheyarecomforts”—amaximlaiddown bythebard,whatd'yecallhim,thatworetheblackgown andfaithiagreewithth'oldprigtoahair, forabig-belly'dbottle'saheav'nofacare.