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ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC.
there died more persons of drinking wine, and using hot spices in their meats and drinks, than of all other diseases." Observations on his Voyage to the South Sea, p. 103, fol., 1622.
Although I have left her, the truth I'll declare; I believe she was good, and I'm sure she was
fair; But goodness and charms in a bumper I see, That make it as good and as charming as she.
My Chloe had dimple3 and smiles I must own ; But, though she could smile, yet in truth she
could frown: But tell me, ye lovers of liquor divine, Did you e'er see a frown in a bumper of wine ?
Her lilies and roses were just in their prime; Yet lilies and roses are conquer'd by time : But in wine, from its age, such a benefit
flows, That we like it the better the older it grows.
They tell me, my love would in time have been cloy'd,                                                 D'oy'd:
And that beauty's insipid when once 'tis en-But in wine I both time and enjoyment defy; For the longer I drink the more thirsty am I.
Let murders, and battles, and history prove The mischiefs that wait upon rivals in love;
But in drinking, thank heaven, no rival con­tends,                                                [friends. For the more we love liquor, the more we are
She, too, might have poison'd the joy of my life,                                                      [strife :
With nurses, and bahies, and squalling and
But my wine neither nurses nor babies can bring;
And a big-bellied bottle's a mighty good thing.
We shorten our days when with love we engage, It brings on diseases and hastens old age; But wine from grim death can its votaries save, And keep out t'other leg, when there's one in the grave.
Perhaps, like her sex, ever false to their word, She had left me, to get an estate, or a lord; But my bumper (regarding nor title nor pelf) Will stand by me when I can't stand by myself.
Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain; She's rid of her lover, and I of my pain : For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I spy;                                                  [and try.
Should you doubt what I say, take a bumper







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