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Now God alone that made all things	A
Heaven and earth and all that's in	B
The ships that in the seas do swim	C
To keep out foes from coming in	B
Then every one does what he can	D
All for the good and use of man	D
And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell	E
That first devis'd the leather bottel	F
	-
Now what d'ye say to cans of wood	G
Faith they're naught they cannot be good	G
For when a man for beer doth send	H
To have them fill'd he doth intend	H
The bearer stumbles by the way	I
And on the ground the beer doth lay	I
Then doth the man begin to ban	D
And swears 'twas long o' the wooden can	D
But had it been in a leather bottel	F
It had not been so for all had been well	E
And safe therein it would remain	J
Until the man got up again	K
And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell	E
That first devis'd the leather bottel	F
	-
What do you say to glasses fine	L
Faith they shall have no praise of mine	L
For when a man's at table set	M
And by him several sorts of meat	N
The one loves flesh the other fish	O
Then with your hand remove a dish	O
Touch but the glass upon the brim	C
The glass is broke and naught left in	B
The table cloth though ne'er so fine	L
Is soil'd with beer or ale or wine	L
And doubtless for so small abuse	P
A servant may his service lose	Q
But I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell	E
That first devis'd the leather bottel	F
	-
What say you to the handled pot	R
No praise of mine shall be its lot	R
For when a man and wife's at strife	S
As many have been in their life	S
They lay their hands upon it both	T
And break the same although they're loth	U
But woe to them shall bear the guilt	V
Between them both the liquor's spilt	V
For which they shall answer another day	I
Casting so vainly their liquor away	I
But if it had been leather bottel'd	I
One might have tugg'd the other have held	I
Both might have tugg'd till their hearts should break	W
No harm the leather bottel could take	W
Then I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell	E
That first devis'd the leather bottel	F
	-
What say you to flagons of silver fine	L
Why faith they shall have no praise of mine	L
For when a lord for sack doth send	I
To have them fill'd he doth intend	I
The man with the flagon runs away	I
And never is seen after that day	I
The lord then begins to swear and ban	D
For having lost both flagon and man	D
But had it been either by page or groom	X
With a leather bottel it had come home	Y
And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell	E
That first devis'd the leather bottel	F
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And when this bottel is grown old	I
And that it will no longer hold	I
Out o' the side you may cut a clout	I
To mend your shoes when they're worn out	I
Then hang the rest up on a pin	B
'Twill serve to put odd trifles in	B
As rings and awls and candles' ends	Z
For young beginners have such things	A
And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell	E
That first devis'd the leather bottel	F

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