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A Tankard of Ale
And be damn'd over teacups and coffee ; But let British lads sing, Crown a health to the King.
And a fig for our Sultan and Sophy ! |
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SONG FROM " THE DUENNA "
By Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751-1816)
Oh, the days when I was young.
When I laugh'd in fortune's spite ; Talk'd of love the whole day long,
And with nectar crown'd the night ! Then it was, old Father Care,
Little reck'd I of thy frown ; Half thy malice youth could bear,
And the rest a bumper drown.
Truth, they say, lies in a well,
Why, I vow I ne'er could see ; Let the water-drinkers tell,
There it always lay for me. For when sparkling wine went round,
Never saw I falsehood's mask; But still honest truth I found
In the bottom of each flask. |
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