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DRINKING SONG.

WENN'S IMMER SO WAR.

Here's a toast—charge your glasses—your bumpers are out,
Then quick seize the bottle and push it about
Don't fill on a heel-tap, it is not decorous;
Like true thirsty souls let us drink what's before us,
Be it wine from the Rhine, France, Oporto, or Spain.
Ah! could we thus merry for ever remain!
For ever, for ever, for ever remain!
True topers drink all things from claret to ale;
The butt may be finish'd, but we'll never fail:
We'll ne'er pick a quarrel whatever the liquor;
If strong we'll drink slower, if weak we'll drink quicker;
Whate'er makes us merry we'll never disdain.
Ah! could we thus happy for ever remain!
For ever, for ever, for ever remain!
The Turks, who are ninnies, to drink never dare,
But with poisonous opium deaden their care;
In sleepy stupidity vie with each other,
And one napping Mussulman snores to his brother;
But we taste delight, not mere absence from pain.
Ah! may we thus happy for ever remain!
For ever, for ever, for ever remain!