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A Drinking SONG.
Come all ye jolly Bacchanals,
That love to Tope good Wine,
Let's offer up a Hogshead
Unto our Master's Shrine!
Then let us drink,
And never shrink,
For—I'll tell you the Reason why,
'Tis a great Sin to leave a House
Till we've drank the Cellar dry.
That love to Tope good Wine,
Let's offer up a Hogshead
Unto our Master's Shrine!
Then let us drink,
And never shrink,
For—I'll tell you the Reason why,
'Tis a great Sin to leave a House
Till we've drank the Cellar dry.
215
In Times of old, I was a Fool,
I drank the Water clear,
But Bacchus took me from that Rule,
He thought it too severe:
He fill'd a Goblet to the Brim,
And bad me take a Sup,
But had it been a Gallon Pot,
By Jove! I'd toss'd it up.
I drank the Water clear,
But Bacchus took me from that Rule,
He thought it too severe:
He fill'd a Goblet to the Brim,
And bad me take a Sup,
But had it been a Gallon Pot,
By Jove! I'd toss'd it up.
And ever since that happy Time,
Good Wine has been my Chear;
Now nothing puts me in a Swoon
But Water or Small Beer.
Good Wine has been my Chear;
Now nothing puts me in a Swoon
But Water or Small Beer.
CHORUS.
Then let us Tope about! my Boys,And never flinch or fly;
But fill our Skins with gen'rous Wine,
And drain the Bottles dry.
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