The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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The early poems of John Clare | ||
DRINKING SONG
Fill the foaming cups again
Lets be merry while we may
Man is foolish to complain
When such joys are in his way
Cares may breed in peevish minds
Life at best is short & vain
Wisdom takes the joy she finds—
Fill the foaming cups again
Lets be merry while we may
Man is foolish to complain
When such joys are in his way
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Life at best is short & vain
Wisdom takes the joy she finds—
Fill the foaming cups again
Fortune she may slight us boys
Boast her thousands to our crowns
Give to knaves her smiles & joys
We can feast upon her frowns
What care we how rich she be
Present needs but meet supply
Kings may govern so will we—
Foaming cups before we're dry
Boast her thousands to our crowns
Give to knaves her smiles & joys
We can feast upon her frowns
What care we how rich she be
Present needs but meet supply
Kings may govern so will we—
Foaming cups before we're dry
Fill them foaming oer again
Fill wi' cordial to the brim
Let the peevish soul complain
Care is worthy none but him
Hearts of oak were born to dye
Toast for comforts while we reign
‘Present needs to meet supply—
‘Foaming cups be filld again’
Fill wi' cordial to the brim
Let the peevish soul complain
Care is worthy none but him
Hearts of oak were born to dye
Toast for comforts while we reign
‘Present needs to meet supply—
‘Foaming cups be filld again’
The early poems of John Clare | ||