SONG XXXIX. THE GUINEA CLUB FEAST.
All we undermentioned have jointly agreed
To banish contention and discord with speed,
As friends to unite, and be nobly employ'd
In tipping off bumpers to loosen our hides;
Here's Pickering and Cooper, and Barber and Might,
Have made an agreement to drink the whole night,
Here's Sutton sits cross-leg'd clapping his breast,
To loosen their hides at the guinea club feast.
CHORUS.
Then fill up a bumper and let it go round,
Why should a stark hide or a niggard be found?
May Bacchus's children have flowing spring tides,
And humming strong liquor to loosen their hides.
Here's Litton and Spencer, and Siddall and Sykes,
Foul weather in harvest, which no farmer likes,
Here's Mather and Dickson, Rhodes and Davenport,
Will loosen their hides, for they're lads of that sort;
Here's Colley and Hawley, and Epworth also,
Here's Richardson, Bayster, and Beet, we all know,
Here's Stephenson, Haley, and Gough, till deceas'd,
Will loosen their hides at the guinea club feast.
There's Burley and Furniss, tho' civil and dry,
Will tip up their buckets to heighten their joy;
Here's Holland and Lenton, and Whalley besides
Will have no objection to loosen their hides;
There's Anderton, Ashmore, friend Oxley, and Jones,
Will tarry to-morrow to polish the bones:
Here's Greaves and the Bishop confirming each guest
That's got a loose hide at the guinea club feast.
Altho' 'tis gone twelve, push the tankard about,
We sons of old Bacchus think it scorn to give out,
Go fetch up a barrel, let the bung be destroyed,
And never submit till we've loosened our hide;
In love and true friendship we mean to conclude,
And drink all the liquor our friend has got brew'd,
We'll drain every barrel, from biggest to least,
To loosen our hides at the guinea club feast.
