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TOM TATTERS' BIRTHDAY ODE
Come all you jolly dogs, in the Grapes, and King's Head, and Green Man, and Bell taps,
And shy up your hats—if you haven't hats, your paper and woollen caps,
Shout with me and cry Eureka! by the sweet Parnassian River,
While Echo, in Warner's Wood replies, Huzza! the young Squire for ever!
And shy up your hats—if you haven't hats, your paper and woollen caps,
Shout with me and cry Eureka! by the sweet Parnassian River,
While Echo, in Warner's Wood replies, Huzza! the young Squire for ever!
And Vulcan, Mars, and Hector of Troy, and Jupiter and his wife,
And Phoebus, from his forked hill, coming down to take a knife,
And Mercury, and piping Pan, to the tune of ‘Old King Cole,’
And Venus the Queen of Love, to eat an ox that was roasted whole.
And Phoebus, from his forked hill, coming down to take a knife,
And Mercury, and piping Pan, to the tune of ‘Old King Cole,’
And Venus the Queen of Love, to eat an ox that was roasted whole.
Sir Mark, God bless him, loves good old times, when beards wag, and every thing goes merry,
There'll be drinking out of gracecups, and a Boar's head chewing rosemary,
Maid Marian, and a Morris dance, and acting of quaint Moralities,
Doctor Bellamy and a Hobby horse, and many other Old Formalities.
There'll be drinking out of gracecups, and a Boar's head chewing rosemary,
Maid Marian, and a Morris dance, and acting of quaint Moralities,
Doctor Bellamy and a Hobby horse, and many other Old Formalities.
But there won't be any Psalm-singing saints, to make us sad of a Monday,
But Bacchus will preach to us out of a barrel, instead of the methodist Bundy.
We'll drink to the King in good strong ale, like souls that are true and loyal,
And a fig for Mrs. Hanway, camomile, sage and penny-royal;
And a fig for Master Gregory, that takes tipsy folks into custody,
He was a wise man to-morrow, and will be a wiser man yesterday.
But Bacchus will preach to us out of a barrel, instead of the methodist Bundy.
We'll drink to the King in good strong ale, like souls that are true and loyal,
And a fig for Mrs. Hanway, camomile, sage and penny-royal;
And a fig for Master Gregory, that takes tipsy folks into custody,
He was a wise man to-morrow, and will be a wiser man yesterday.
Come fill a bumper up, my boys, and toss off every drop of it!
Here's young Squire Ringwood's health, and may he live as long as Jason,
Before Atropos cuts his thread, and Dick Tablet, the bungling mason,
Chips him a marble tea-table, with a marble tea-urn a-top of it?
Quoth Tom in Tatters.
Here's young Squire Ringwood's health, and may he live as long as Jason,
Before Atropos cuts his thread, and Dick Tablet, the bungling mason,
Chips him a marble tea-table, with a marble tea-urn a-top of it?
Quoth Tom in Tatters.
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