[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
SInce we die by the help of good wine,
I will that a tun be my shrine;
And engrave it on my tomb,
Here lyes a body, once so brave,
Who with drinking made his grave,
Who with, &c.
Since thus to die will purchase fame,
And leave an everlasting name,
Since thus to die, &c.
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Drink, drink away, drink, drink away,
And let us be nobly interr’d,
Drink, drink, &c.
Let misers and slaves
Pop into their graves,
And rot in a dirty church-yard,
And rot in a dirty church-yard,
Let misers, &c.
