From Wit Restor'd (London: R. Pollard, N. Brooks, and T. Dring, 1658), page 277.

Note: Wit Restor'd seems to be one of three reprinted works bound together in one volume. The title page for Wit Restor'd is on page 102 of this volume.

The volume as a whole seems to be called Facetiae and the 3 parts of it are called Musarum Delicae, Wit Restor'd, and Wit's Recreations. The publication date on the title page for Facetiae is 1817.


AN OLD SONG.

Back and sides go bare, go bare,
And feet and hands go cold,
But let my belly have ale enough
Whether it be new or old,
    Whether it be new or old,
    Boyes, whether it be new or old :
But let my belly have ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.

A beggar's a thing as good as a king,
If you aske me the reason why
For a king cannot swagger
And drink like a beggar
No king so happy as I:

Some call me knave and rascall slave,
But I know, how to collogue
Come upon um, and upon 'um;
Will your worships and honour um,
Then I am an honest rogue, then I
Come upon um, and upon 'um will your worships:

If a fart flye away where he makes his stay,
Can any man think or suppose?
For a fart cannot tell, when its out where to dwell,
    Unlesse it be in your nose,
    Unlesse it be in your nose boyes,
    Unlesse it be in your nose.
For a fart cannot tell, when its out where to dwell,
    Unlesse it be in your nose.