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DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN1
By John Dyer (1700-58)
Here's a health to the king and a lasting peace, To faction an end, to wealth increase ; Come, let us drink it while we have breath, For there's no drinking after death. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie !
Let charming beauty's health go round, In whom celestial joys are found, And may confusion still pursue The senseless women-hating crew ; And they that women's health deny, Down among the dead men let them lie !
In smiling Bacchus' joys I'll roll,
Deny no pleasures to my soul;
Let Bacchus' health round briskly move,
But Bacchus is a friend to love.
And he that will this health deny,
Down among the dead men let him lie !
May love and wine their rites maintain, And their united pleasures reign, While Bacchus' treasure crowns the board, We'll sing the joys that both afford ; And they that won't with us comply— Down among the dead men let them lie !
1 "Chappell's Collection." 84 |
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