Come drinke to me, And I will drink to thee, And then shall we Full well agree. I have loved the jolly tankerd, Full seven winters and more; I have loved it so long Till that I went upon the score. He that loves not the tankerd, Is no honest man; And he is no right souldier, That loves not the can. Tappe the canikin, Tosse the canikin, Trole the canikin, Turn the canikin. Hold, good Sonne, and fill us a fresh can. That we may quasse it round about from man to man.