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A Bachanalian SONG.
Troy
had a Breed of brave stout Men,
Yet Greece made shift to rout her;
'Cause each Man drank as much as Ten,
And thence grew Ten times stouter.
Yet Greece made shift to rout her;
'Cause each Man drank as much as Ten,
And thence grew Ten times stouter.
Though Hector was a Trojan true,
As ever Piss'd 'gen Wall, Sir;
Achilles bang'd him black and blue,
For he drank more than all, Sir.
As ever Piss'd 'gen Wall, Sir;
Achilles bang'd him black and blue,
For he drank more than all, Sir.
Let Bacchus be our God of War,
We shall fear nothing then, Boys;
We'll drink all dead, and lay 'em to bed;
And if they wake not conquered,
We'll drink 'em dead again, Boys.
We shall fear nothing then, Boys;
We'll drink all dead, and lay 'em to bed;
And if they wake not conquered,
We'll drink 'em dead again, Boys.
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Nor were the Græcians only fam'd
For Drinking, and for Fighting;
But he that drank, and wa'n't asham'd,
Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.
For Drinking, and for Fighting;
But he that drank, and wa'n't asham'd,
Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.
He that will be a Souldier then,
Or Witt, must drink good Liquor;
It makes base Cowards fight like Men,
And roving Thoughts fly quicker.
Or Witt, must drink good Liquor;
It makes base Cowards fight like Men,
And roving Thoughts fly quicker.
Let Bacchus be both God of War,
And God of Wit, and then, Boys,
We'll drink and fight, and drink and write;
And if the Sun set with his light,
We'll drink him up again, Boys.
And God of Wit, and then, Boys,
We'll drink and fight, and drink and write;
And if the Sun set with his light,
We'll drink him up again, Boys.
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