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All sorts of men, when they do meet,
Both trade and occupation, With curtesie each other greet,
And kinde humiliation ; A good coale fire is their desire,
Whereby to sit and parly ; They'll drink their ale, and tell a tale,
And go home in the morning early.
I cannot go home, nor I will not go home, It's long of the oyle of Barley ;
I'll tarry all night for my delight, And go home in the morning early. |
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I AM THE JOLLY PRINCE OF DRINKERS
I am the jolly prince of drinkers,
Ranting, roaring, fuddling boys ! Who take a delight in tossing full tankards,
Filling the ale-house with my noise. Ten gallons at a draught
Did I pour down my throat. But hang such silly sips as these :
I laid me all along
With my mouth unto the bung, And I drank off a hogshead at my ease.
1 From Horsfield's Vocal Music, 1775. In the Ministrelsy of England, published by Bayley and Ferguson, the fine music is easily accessible.
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