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A Tankard of Ale
By wine we are generous made, It furnishes fancy with wings;
Without it we ne'er should have had Philosophers, poets, or kings.
By Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774)
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain
With grammar and nonsense and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genus a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish gods,
Their Lethes, their Styxes and Stygians, Their qui's and their quae's and their quods.
They're all put a parcel of pigeons ! Toroddle, toroddle, toroll!
When Methodist preachers come down,
A-preaching that drinking is sinful, I'll wager the rascals a crown
They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence
For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense,
But you, my good friend, are the pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll!
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