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The Drinking Song.
Give us Musick with VVine,
And we'll never repine
At prosperous Knaves, but defy 'em;
Those Politick Sots
Are still weaving of Plots,
So sine, that at last they fall by 'em.
And we'll never repine
At prosperous Knaves, but defy 'em;
Those Politick Sots
Are still weaving of Plots,
So sine, that at last they fall by 'em.
VVe Laugh and we Drink,
And on business ne'r think,
Our Voices and Hautboys still sounding;
VVhile we dance, play, and sing,
VVe've the world in a string,
And our pleasure is ever abounding.
And on business ne'r think,
Our Voices and Hautboys still sounding;
VVhile we dance, play, and sing,
VVe've the world in a string,
And our pleasure is ever abounding.
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Your sober dull Knave,
For VVise is but Grave,
'Tis Craft, and not VVisdom, employs him:
VVe nothing Design
But good Musick and VVine,
And blessed is he that enjoys them.
For VVise is but Grave,
'Tis Craft, and not VVisdom, employs him:
VVe nothing Design
But good Musick and VVine,
And blessed is he that enjoys them.
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