[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
LEt’s be jovial, fill our glasses,
Madness ‘tis for us to think,
How the warld is rul’d by asses,
And the wise are sway’d by chink.
Fa, la, ra, &c.
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Then never let vain cares oppress us,
Riches are to them a snare;
We’re ev’ry one as rich as Crœsus,
While our bottle drowns our care,
Fa, la, ra, &c.
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Wine will make us red as roses,
And our Sorrows quite forget;
Come, let us fuddle all our noses.
Drink our selves quite out of debr.
Fa, la, ra, &c.
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When grim death is looking for us,
We are toping at our bowls,
Bacchus joining in the chorus:
Death, be gone, here’s none but souls.
Fa, la, ra, &c.
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Godlike Bacchus thus commanding,
Trembling death away shall fly,
Ever after understanding
Drinking souls can never dy.
Fa, la, ra, &c.
– Authors Unknown.
