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A Tankard of Ale
From hunger and thirst, empty bottles and glasses, From those whose religion consists in grimaces ; From e'er being cheated by female decoys, From humouring old men, and reasoning with boys: Oh ! Bacchus, etc.
From those little troublesome insects and flies,
That think themselves pretty, or witty, or wise ;
From carrying a quartan for mortification,
As long as a Ratisbon consultation :
Oh ! Bacchus, great Bacchus, for ever defend ui, And plentiful store of good Burgundy send us.
A DRINKING SONG
By Henry Carey
Bacchus must his power resign—
I am the only God of Wine !
It is not fit the wretch should be
In competition set with me,
Who can drink ten times more than he.
Make a new world, ye powers divine ! Stocked with nothing else but wine : Let wine its only product be, Let wine be earth, and air, and sea— And let that wine be all for me.