[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
Down among the dead Men.
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HEre’s a health to the king, and a lasting peace;
May faction he damn’d, and discord cease:
Come, let us drink it while we’ve breath,
For there’s no drinking after death;
And he that won’t with this comply,
Down among the dead men,
Down among the dead men,
Down, down, down, down,
Down among the dead men, let him ly.
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Now a health to the Queen, and may she long
B’our first fair toast to grace our song;
Off w’ your hats, w’ your knee on the ground,
Take off your bumpers all around;
And he that will not drink his dry,
Down among, &c. let him ly.
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Let charming beauty’s health go round,
In whom celestial joys are found;
And may confusion still pursue
The senseless woman-hating crew;
And he that will this health deny,
Down among, &c. let him ly.
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Here’s thriving to trade, and the common-weal,
And patriots to their country leal;
But who for bribes gives Satan his soul,
May he ne’er laugh o’er a flowing bowl;
And all that with such rogues comply,
Down among, &c. let them ly.
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In smiling Bacchus’ joys I’ll roll,
Deny no pleasure to my soul;
Let Bacchus’ health round swiftly move,
For Bacchus is a friend to love;
And he that does this health deny,
Down among, &c. let him ly.
